Performance Review
"Miss Secretary,
It has been brought to my attention that your performance review for the year has not been completed. I have taken the liberty to make an appointment today at 4pm for this to take place. As you know, my diary is very full, so I would appreciate you to come fully prepared.
Yours,
Boss"
I froze: How can one email make your heart both leap and plummet in equal measure? Since the restructure, time on our own had been scarce, almost to the point of non-existence. I thought I had noticed an air of frustration around when we were close to each other, but I had convinced myself that it was purely my projection. Still, if this was to be one of my only chances of being alone with him, I had to make sure I took full advantage. "Come fully prepared" he'd said. I planned to do that and more. I locked my computer, grabbed my bag and headed out. I had an hour and quite a few things to do...
Sliding back into my seat 57 minutes later, I had just enough time to print off my objectives, straighten my skirt and smooth back my hair before I headed to his office. I knocked softly.
"Come..."
I smirked, then tried to hide it quickly as I opened the door.
"Ah, Miss Secretary. Punctual as ever"
I nodded and went to take a seat.
"No, stay standing for the moment"
I was confused. I held my objectives to my chest, almost as armour.
"Give me that"
I walked forward and handed you the paper. I stood back as you flicked through it, speed-reading what I'd written.
"Yes, I'm broadly happy with what you've said here, although I feel that there are a few places where we need to delve deeper into precisely what you have achieved"
I was confused: I'd worked damn hard on my objectives and had achieved them all earlier than anticipated. I was prepared to defend each statement I had written and had evidence to back myself up. I was determined that my pay rise would not be affected by the release of tension we had experienced earlier in the year.
"Sir, I-"
"No, don't talk"
I bit my tongue.
"I have my own list of objectives here I that I require to check your progress on. Assume the position, Miss Secretary"
I hestitated, and was rewarded with a raised eyebrow. Slowly, I sank to my knees, tucking my skirt under. I looked down at the floor, unsure of where this was going. You got up from your seat, and I heard the rustle of clothing. Next thing I felt was your tie across my eyes. I jerked my head back, my natural instinct to fight this coming to the fore.
"Now, now - one of your development areas was to be able to react at short notice. How can I review you completely if you know what is coming?" you stated as you tied the tie at the back of my head.
I knelt there, at your mercy. I could hear the sounds of the my coworkers outside, so couldn't make too much noise, yet I could feel the adrenaline start to course round my body. I heard a zip open and sensed you in front of me.
"At the beginning of the year you were making good progress with how deep into your throat you could take me. Let's just check the progress on that, shall we?" you said, playing the head of your cock along my lips, smearing my red lipstick. I smile, then open my mouth, circling the head of your cock with my tongue as you start to push inside. Ah the taste of you. An essence that cannot be contained, that mix of masculine and clean and... something that is so very you. Even in my dreams, I could always recall the taste, the way you felt rolling across my tongue, even before you coated it in your cum. You catch your breath as the sensitive skin reacts to the mouthwash I'd barely finished gargling, making my mouth so cold and tingly. I gently suck you, getting you nice and wet as you start to thrust slowly deeper and deeper, holding yourself inside me for longer each time. You notice my hands start to grip my own thighs
"You may use one hand..."
I raise one up and wrap it around the base of your shaft, holding you in place as I use my own spit to lube you up to take you deeper. It allows me to get my bearings and I suck you inside until I meet my hand with my lips. Holding you there for a second, I swallow around you and am rewarded with a low groan. Feeling emboldened, I remove my hand and place it on your thigh, feeling how hard and muscular it is, even through your navy suit. Gripping softly, I push your cock deeper, fighting my own instincts until I can feel the head lodged in my throat, my lips almost touching the front of your body. You stay there for a few seconds until you can feel me start to panic, then slowly withdraw, feeling my stud all the way along your length to the head before you push back inside, my mouth so wet, my throat so inviting...
"I see you have improved, Miss Secretary, although there is still more to be done. However, I am satisfied with the level you have reached and shall note it down accordingly"
I sense you move and start to move my head back
"Oh no, stay exactly where you are"
I freeze, then move my mouth forward again until I feel your cockhead lock into my throat again. Concentrating on my breathing, I am aware of you writing something. In my mind I can picture the scene: you standing there in your tailored navy suit and crisp white shirt, your cock pulled through your fly, buried almost to the hilt in my throat, as you note down something arbitrary about my oral performance. It's a sexy image, and I feel myself get wet. You don't hold me in position for long, slowly dragging your cock from my mouth again until I feel it's absence with just a little regret.
"Now, stand"
I push myself onto my feet, overbalancing slightly as the blindfold continues to rob me of my sight. You catch me and I feel my skin jump where your fingers touch me. My nipples harden instantly which you can't fail to notice through my thin red blouse.
"Well, that shows that some of your responsiveness has remained consistent, which pleases me. Let's check the other indicators, shall we?" You lead me forward until I am beside your desk.
"Lean forward and I will place your hands"
I do as I am told, bending forward slowly until my arse is in the air and my arms and shoulders are on the side of your desk. You raise my skirt slightly until it's constrictive nature allows you to push my feet further apart. You play your fingers round the lace tops of my stockings and I arch my back slightly to give you a better view of my arse.
"Always ready - I shall make a note of that also" I hear the pen on the paper again. I bite my lip as I anticipate what might be next...
You push my skirt up higher until my bare pussy is exposed
"Miss Secretary, you appear to have forgotten panties today. Is this an everyday occurence, or did you prepare for this meeting? No matter, I may perform spot-checks in the future - please take note" You run your finger slowly along my lips and I shiver
"You appear to be rather sensitive today - why is that?"
"Sir, I am always sensitive soon after being waxed"
"Are you now? How sensitive are we talking?" you ask as you run what I assume is the domed end of your pen along the same path your finger just took. I shiver even more, the pen being smoother yet colder that your digit.
"Interestling" you muse. You start to tease around my lips with both your fingers and your pen, drawing circles and lines, seemingly meaningless patterns as I fight to control my body's reactions. Then I cry out in surprise as you blow on my engorged flesh, sensitive from both the wax and the teasing. I hear the office noises stop for a second and start to blush
"now, Miss Secretary, we must have more control than that"
I nod, clamping my mouth closed as I prepare for more of your assault. I can feel my thighs getting wet and I'm glad I don't have to look you in the eye.
"Always very responsive - I do like this characteristic". Your circles start to get smaller, until you are circling my clit, but not touching it. I feel like my body is just one pulse point that might just explode if you don't touch me soon. Just as I feel you're about to do it, you stop, then plunge two of your fingers deep inside my tight pussy. I fight not to cry out this time, my pussy spasming around you as you start to fuck me with them, playing over my g-spot over and over.
"Sir..."
"Yes Miss Secretary?"
"May I cum?"
"I would prefer you squirted Miss Secretary. As you are aware, we did not cover this last time, despite your assurances that it was possible"
I took a deep breath.
"If I could be allowed to open my blouse? The nipple stimulation is required for it to happen"
"Very well" You remove your fingers and allow me to stand. I quickly unbutton my blouse, releasing my breasts. You reach around and pinch one of my nipples, getting it wet with my own juices.
"Carry on"
I bend back over and you slide your fingers inside me again, going straight to that spot and stroking, curling your fingers in a beckoning motion as I use the slightly roughness of your desk to inflame my nipples. My legs start to buckle as the pressure starts to build...
"with respect... sir..." I whimper
"yes?"
"if you wouldn't... mind... moving to the... side"
You do as I request, leaning over so you can reach my neck. Little a long line along my jugular to my earlobe, you bite it softly
"I can't wait to feel this"
You increase the speed of your fingers and that does it for me. I feel my body start to quiver and that overwhelming urge to just let go takes over me. With the blindfold in place, I hear rather than see my own body's reaction, your fingers making a wet noise deep inside me now. You remove them quickly and I can only imagine you watching the evidence of how much you've turned me on dripping onto your office carpet. Not for the first time am I glad that you went for a masculine decor of black and red rather than the usual shades of beige.
"Excellent work, Miss Secretary"
I rest my head on the desk, taking the opportunity to catch my breath as my body continues to spasm. You pat my arse softly and I smile in spite of myself. You give me a moment to myself then move to raise my skirt even more.
"One final test.... oh, I see you have anticipated this... well, I shall give you points for ingenuity, however I was hoping to see how you reacted to another unknown situation"
I'm unsure how to feel about that:should I lie and tell you that I always wear a small butt plug just in case you decide to reward my arse?
"I think perhaps we will change this final test then..."
You grab the base of the plug and roughly pull it out. I whimper again, but barely have time to think as I feel your two wet fingers slide inside, stretching me slightly. I think I can hear you stroking your cock with your other hand, and I start to hope that you will soon be sliding all of that length into me. Your fingers continue to burrow inside of me, smearing my own juices inside me, getting my tight hole ready for your thick cock...
... and you do not disappoint, removing your fingers and almost instantly replacing them with your rock-hard length. You start to thrust into me, picking a relentless rhythm as you pound me into your desk. I push back onto you, trying to meet each of your thrusts, my body awash with sensations. You start to grip my hips, your fingers digging in as you continue thrusting, deep and hard, then moving your hips round in slow circles, teasing me over and over. You reach forward and remove my blindfold. I blink rapidly against the sudden onslaught of light and I notice that you had moved your mirror onto the couch, angled perfectly so that I can see you behind me. Your eyes bore into mine as you claim my arse over and over, your face showing how much you enjoy the tightness of it and my own willingness to give it to you. I close my eyes and am rewarded with a swift slap on my buttcheek
"no, you will watch"
I open my eyes again, catching yours in the mirror and watch you, fascinated. All of my senses are assaulted and I feel so alive. I raise myself slightly so you can see my breasts, heaving now with the heavy fucking. I tease my nipples for you, rolling them around with my fingers. You move your hand down to my clit and start drawing those circles again, but focussed this time, not allowing me any respite. I love feeling your cock pounding so hard into me over and over. I start to moan and your breathing quickens. Pushing me back down by the neck, you hold me down and fuck me even harder, your hips a blur as you chase your orgasm. I can feel mine so close this time, and I know I will struggle to be quiet. You start to groan and I don't know how it's possible, but your thrusts get stronger. My arsehole starts spasming around you and I feel you start to cum, your hard cock shooting jets of warm liquid deep into my slutty arsehole.
"Please, sir..."
Then you pull your cock out quickly, grabbing my plug and stuffing it back into my cum-filled hole. I turn to you in bewilderment. You're still catching your breath, but you grab my hands before I can touch myself in any way
"This is a review Miss Secretary, not a reward"
If looks could kill, you would be 12 feet under, but I manage to refrain from calling you any names that might jeapardise my future. Still, I am seething, as I feel your cum deep in my arsehole, my thighs sticky with my own juices. We stare at each other for a few seconds, but you know that I will not do anything too drastic.
"Clean yourself up, Miss Secretary"
I start to pull myself together, using the tissues from your desk and fixing my clothes. I make a mental note to get the cleaners to shampoo the carpet sometime in the near future. I check myself in the mirror, and, apart from my lipstick having been rubbed off, I look presentable. My eyes flick to you, and I'm almost jealous at how unruffled you appear. You lean over your desk, scribbling something on my objectives and I wait until you are finished. You hand the paper to me and I take it.
"I believe that concludes your review, Miss Secretary"
I look at the paper in my had. You've selected all the top ratings for me. I smile.
"Thank you Sir. May I go now?"
"Yes, Miss Secretary"
I turn to leave.
"I look forward to the second part..."
I stop in my tracks, then turn back to you?
"Second part, Sir?"
"Yes, Miss Secretary. This is your Performance Review."
I still look confused. You smirk at me.
"I have conducted your Review. Now I look forward to seeing your Performance. I have pencilled in Friday at 5pm. Please book an appropriate venue"
...
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It has been brought to my attention that your performance review for the year has not been completed. I have taken the liberty to make an appointment today at 4pm for this to take place. As you know, my diary is very full, so I would appreciate you to come fully prepared.
Yours,
Boss"
I froze: How can one email make your heart both leap and plummet in equal measure? Since the restructure, time on our own had been scarce, almost to the point of non-existence. I thought I had noticed an air of frustration around when we were close to each other, but I had convinced myself that it was purely my projection. Still, if this was to be one of my only chances of being alone with him, I had to make sure I took full advantage. "Come fully prepared" he'd said. I planned to do that and more. I locked my computer, grabbed my bag and headed out. I had an hour and quite a few things to do...
Sliding back into my seat 57 minutes later, I had just enough time to print off my objectives, straighten my skirt and smooth back my hair before I headed to his office. I knocked softly.
"Come..."
I smirked, then tried to hide it quickly as I opened the door.
"Ah, Miss Secretary. Punctual as ever"
I nodded and went to take a seat.
"No, stay standing for the moment"
I was confused. I held my objectives to my chest, almost as armour.
"Give me that"
I walked forward and handed you the paper. I stood back as you flicked through it, speed-reading what I'd written.
"Yes, I'm broadly happy with what you've said here, although I feel that there are a few places where we need to delve deeper into precisely what you have achieved"
I was confused: I'd worked damn hard on my objectives and had achieved them all earlier than anticipated. I was prepared to defend each statement I had written and had evidence to back myself up. I was determined that my pay rise would not be affected by the release of tension we had experienced earlier in the year.
"Sir, I-"
"No, don't talk"
I bit my tongue.
"I have my own list of objectives here I that I require to check your progress on. Assume the position, Miss Secretary"
I hestitated, and was rewarded with a raised eyebrow. Slowly, I sank to my knees, tucking my skirt under. I looked down at the floor, unsure of where this was going. You got up from your seat, and I heard the rustle of clothing. Next thing I felt was your tie across my eyes. I jerked my head back, my natural instinct to fight this coming to the fore.
"Now, now - one of your development areas was to be able to react at short notice. How can I review you completely if you know what is coming?" you stated as you tied the tie at the back of my head.
I knelt there, at your mercy. I could hear the sounds of the my coworkers outside, so couldn't make too much noise, yet I could feel the adrenaline start to course round my body. I heard a zip open and sensed you in front of me.
"At the beginning of the year you were making good progress with how deep into your throat you could take me. Let's just check the progress on that, shall we?" you said, playing the head of your cock along my lips, smearing my red lipstick. I smile, then open my mouth, circling the head of your cock with my tongue as you start to push inside. Ah the taste of you. An essence that cannot be contained, that mix of masculine and clean and... something that is so very you. Even in my dreams, I could always recall the taste, the way you felt rolling across my tongue, even before you coated it in your cum. You catch your breath as the sensitive skin reacts to the mouthwash I'd barely finished gargling, making my mouth so cold and tingly. I gently suck you, getting you nice and wet as you start to thrust slowly deeper and deeper, holding yourself inside me for longer each time. You notice my hands start to grip my own thighs
"You may use one hand..."
I raise one up and wrap it around the base of your shaft, holding you in place as I use my own spit to lube you up to take you deeper. It allows me to get my bearings and I suck you inside until I meet my hand with my lips. Holding you there for a second, I swallow around you and am rewarded with a low groan. Feeling emboldened, I remove my hand and place it on your thigh, feeling how hard and muscular it is, even through your navy suit. Gripping softly, I push your cock deeper, fighting my own instincts until I can feel the head lodged in my throat, my lips almost touching the front of your body. You stay there for a few seconds until you can feel me start to panic, then slowly withdraw, feeling my stud all the way along your length to the head before you push back inside, my mouth so wet, my throat so inviting...
"I see you have improved, Miss Secretary, although there is still more to be done. However, I am satisfied with the level you have reached and shall note it down accordingly"
I sense you move and start to move my head back
"Oh no, stay exactly where you are"
I freeze, then move my mouth forward again until I feel your cockhead lock into my throat again. Concentrating on my breathing, I am aware of you writing something. In my mind I can picture the scene: you standing there in your tailored navy suit and crisp white shirt, your cock pulled through your fly, buried almost to the hilt in my throat, as you note down something arbitrary about my oral performance. It's a sexy image, and I feel myself get wet. You don't hold me in position for long, slowly dragging your cock from my mouth again until I feel it's absence with just a little regret.
"Now, stand"
I push myself onto my feet, overbalancing slightly as the blindfold continues to rob me of my sight. You catch me and I feel my skin jump where your fingers touch me. My nipples harden instantly which you can't fail to notice through my thin red blouse.
"Well, that shows that some of your responsiveness has remained consistent, which pleases me. Let's check the other indicators, shall we?" You lead me forward until I am beside your desk.
"Lean forward and I will place your hands"
I do as I am told, bending forward slowly until my arse is in the air and my arms and shoulders are on the side of your desk. You raise my skirt slightly until it's constrictive nature allows you to push my feet further apart. You play your fingers round the lace tops of my stockings and I arch my back slightly to give you a better view of my arse.
"Always ready - I shall make a note of that also" I hear the pen on the paper again. I bite my lip as I anticipate what might be next...
You push my skirt up higher until my bare pussy is exposed
"Miss Secretary, you appear to have forgotten panties today. Is this an everyday occurence, or did you prepare for this meeting? No matter, I may perform spot-checks in the future - please take note" You run your finger slowly along my lips and I shiver
"You appear to be rather sensitive today - why is that?"
"Sir, I am always sensitive soon after being waxed"
"Are you now? How sensitive are we talking?" you ask as you run what I assume is the domed end of your pen along the same path your finger just took. I shiver even more, the pen being smoother yet colder that your digit.
"Interestling" you muse. You start to tease around my lips with both your fingers and your pen, drawing circles and lines, seemingly meaningless patterns as I fight to control my body's reactions. Then I cry out in surprise as you blow on my engorged flesh, sensitive from both the wax and the teasing. I hear the office noises stop for a second and start to blush
"now, Miss Secretary, we must have more control than that"
I nod, clamping my mouth closed as I prepare for more of your assault. I can feel my thighs getting wet and I'm glad I don't have to look you in the eye.
"Always very responsive - I do like this characteristic". Your circles start to get smaller, until you are circling my clit, but not touching it. I feel like my body is just one pulse point that might just explode if you don't touch me soon. Just as I feel you're about to do it, you stop, then plunge two of your fingers deep inside my tight pussy. I fight not to cry out this time, my pussy spasming around you as you start to fuck me with them, playing over my g-spot over and over.
"Sir..."
"Yes Miss Secretary?"
"May I cum?"
"I would prefer you squirted Miss Secretary. As you are aware, we did not cover this last time, despite your assurances that it was possible"
I took a deep breath.
"If I could be allowed to open my blouse? The nipple stimulation is required for it to happen"
"Very well" You remove your fingers and allow me to stand. I quickly unbutton my blouse, releasing my breasts. You reach around and pinch one of my nipples, getting it wet with my own juices.
"Carry on"
I bend back over and you slide your fingers inside me again, going straight to that spot and stroking, curling your fingers in a beckoning motion as I use the slightly roughness of your desk to inflame my nipples. My legs start to buckle as the pressure starts to build...
"with respect... sir..." I whimper
"yes?"
"if you wouldn't... mind... moving to the... side"
You do as I request, leaning over so you can reach my neck. Little a long line along my jugular to my earlobe, you bite it softly
"I can't wait to feel this"
You increase the speed of your fingers and that does it for me. I feel my body start to quiver and that overwhelming urge to just let go takes over me. With the blindfold in place, I hear rather than see my own body's reaction, your fingers making a wet noise deep inside me now. You remove them quickly and I can only imagine you watching the evidence of how much you've turned me on dripping onto your office carpet. Not for the first time am I glad that you went for a masculine decor of black and red rather than the usual shades of beige.
"Excellent work, Miss Secretary"
I rest my head on the desk, taking the opportunity to catch my breath as my body continues to spasm. You pat my arse softly and I smile in spite of myself. You give me a moment to myself then move to raise my skirt even more.
"One final test.... oh, I see you have anticipated this... well, I shall give you points for ingenuity, however I was hoping to see how you reacted to another unknown situation"
I'm unsure how to feel about that:should I lie and tell you that I always wear a small butt plug just in case you decide to reward my arse?
"I think perhaps we will change this final test then..."
You grab the base of the plug and roughly pull it out. I whimper again, but barely have time to think as I feel your two wet fingers slide inside, stretching me slightly. I think I can hear you stroking your cock with your other hand, and I start to hope that you will soon be sliding all of that length into me. Your fingers continue to burrow inside of me, smearing my own juices inside me, getting my tight hole ready for your thick cock...
... and you do not disappoint, removing your fingers and almost instantly replacing them with your rock-hard length. You start to thrust into me, picking a relentless rhythm as you pound me into your desk. I push back onto you, trying to meet each of your thrusts, my body awash with sensations. You start to grip my hips, your fingers digging in as you continue thrusting, deep and hard, then moving your hips round in slow circles, teasing me over and over. You reach forward and remove my blindfold. I blink rapidly against the sudden onslaught of light and I notice that you had moved your mirror onto the couch, angled perfectly so that I can see you behind me. Your eyes bore into mine as you claim my arse over and over, your face showing how much you enjoy the tightness of it and my own willingness to give it to you. I close my eyes and am rewarded with a swift slap on my buttcheek
"no, you will watch"
I open my eyes again, catching yours in the mirror and watch you, fascinated. All of my senses are assaulted and I feel so alive. I raise myself slightly so you can see my breasts, heaving now with the heavy fucking. I tease my nipples for you, rolling them around with my fingers. You move your hand down to my clit and start drawing those circles again, but focussed this time, not allowing me any respite. I love feeling your cock pounding so hard into me over and over. I start to moan and your breathing quickens. Pushing me back down by the neck, you hold me down and fuck me even harder, your hips a blur as you chase your orgasm. I can feel mine so close this time, and I know I will struggle to be quiet. You start to groan and I don't know how it's possible, but your thrusts get stronger. My arsehole starts spasming around you and I feel you start to cum, your hard cock shooting jets of warm liquid deep into my slutty arsehole.
"Please, sir..."
Then you pull your cock out quickly, grabbing my plug and stuffing it back into my cum-filled hole. I turn to you in bewilderment. You're still catching your breath, but you grab my hands before I can touch myself in any way
"This is a review Miss Secretary, not a reward"
If looks could kill, you would be 12 feet under, but I manage to refrain from calling you any names that might jeapardise my future. Still, I am seething, as I feel your cum deep in my arsehole, my thighs sticky with my own juices. We stare at each other for a few seconds, but you know that I will not do anything too drastic.
"Clean yourself up, Miss Secretary"
I start to pull myself together, using the tissues from your desk and fixing my clothes. I make a mental note to get the cleaners to shampoo the carpet sometime in the near future. I check myself in the mirror, and, apart from my lipstick having been rubbed off, I look presentable. My eyes flick to you, and I'm almost jealous at how unruffled you appear. You lean over your desk, scribbling something on my objectives and I wait until you are finished. You hand the paper to me and I take it.
"I believe that concludes your review, Miss Secretary"
I look at the paper in my had. You've selected all the top ratings for me. I smile.
"Thank you Sir. May I go now?"
"Yes, Miss Secretary"
I turn to leave.
"I look forward to the second part..."
I stop in my tracks, then turn back to you?
"Second part, Sir?"
"Yes, Miss Secretary. This is your Performance Review."
I still look confused. You smirk at me.
"I have conducted your Review. Now I look forward to seeing your Performance. I have pencilled in Friday at 5pm. Please book an appropriate venue"
...
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