When I first met Sarah, the day she interviewed to work in my office, I was immediately struck by her beauty. She was 23, fresh out of college, and her obvious physical gifts were matched by a confidence that made her the easy choice for the job, which was essentially to be my assistant.
She was about 5'2", petite and very fit, the result, I soon learned, of her daily early-morning workouts at the gym. She wore her wavy, light-brown hair at shoulder length. Her smile was a lovely one, always accompanied by a twinkle in her brown eyes and adorable dimples on her cheeks. Her perfectly proportioned body - perky tits, a tight ass - meant that she looked great in anything she chose to wear, whether it was jeans on a casual Friday or business-casual attire for a meeting.
I knew my boss, John, would be pleased when I hired her, because she met his two most important criteria: she was competent, and she was hot. See, John and I went way back, both professionally and personally. It had been about five years since he hired me, fresh out of college like Sarah was now, to assist him as he got his start-up company off the ground.
We had quickly found that we had an excellent working relationship; I was able to anticipate his every need, and my skills exactly matched those things that John didn't particularly enjoy doing. In other words, I was able to take care of the day-to-day details of the business so that John could concentrate on more important things, such as expanding the business into new areas and recruiting new clients.
He also appreciated my discretion as I began to serve some of his, um, other needs during the work day. I was more than happy to oblige, as I'd had a huge crush on John since the day I met him. It was only a few months after I started working for him that he first called me into his office, closed the door, and a few minutes later I ended up on my knees, sucking him off right there in his office. In the years since, we had maintained an effective professional relationship, making sure the the company was thriving, but we had also developed a hot and kinky sexual relationship as well.
It didn't take long after I'd hired Sarah for John to start teasing me about how she was younger and perkier than I was. I was, after all, 28 to her 23. I tried pointing out that he was 45, and therefore might not be one to talk, but that only resulted in a spanking session in his office. Don't get me wrong, I didn't mind this one bit; this was one of our favorite games: John meting out punishment for even the smallest of transgressions on my part. But Sarah's presence in the office added a new dimension to our activities; John made no secret of his attraction for her, and took every opportunity rib me - often as I was pleasuring him - about how he wished he could feel her perky tits, or spank her tight little ass, instead of mine.
I was much taller than Sarah - 5'7" - and had always been a bit jealous of women who were more petite. Don't get me wrong, I know I'm hot as well, with my long blonde hair, big blue eyes, and perfect C-cup tits, but I did have to admit that John's teasing sometimes got to me. But there was no denying that Sarah was incredibly hot, cute, and in absolutely perfect physical condition, and I knew it was probably only a matter of time before he pursued her.
Two weeks ago, I scheduled a meeting with Sarah to discuss how things were going with her position and her performance. Just before the meeting, I went into John's office for a pep talk. Why the pep talk? Well, I tend to avoid confrontation, and therefore sometimes have trouble telling people when they aren't doing a good job. John doesn't have this problem, because he has an easy time putting it in the perspective of what's best for the business and the bottom line.
"It's not personal, Kaitlin, it's business. It's great if 95% of her performance is strong, but you still need to address that other 5%. Sarah's smart and energetic, she's certainly capable of improving if you give her the opportunity. Just think of what I might say to you, and you'll be fine."
"So, you want me to threaten to spank her if she doesn't improve?"
John smiled, pulled me close to him, pinched my left nipple hard, and said, "Well, you might want to lead up to that."
I went into the meeting with Sarah wet, my left nipple still tingling from John's expert touch. I beat around the bush for a little while, praising Sarah for this and that, before finally getting to a few areas of concern. She was surprisingly receptive, asked lots of questions, and promised to do better in the future. All in all, I felt as though the meeting was very successful, and proudly reported to John that I was confident that the few issues I'd had with Sarah would be resolved.
A week later, I discovered that some of the mistakes I had confronted Sarah about were still taking place. A few of John's appointments had not been confirmed, causing him great frustration, and there were still some issues with late billing. All in all, Sarah was handling a large workload with great capability, but these isolated slip-ups were really beginning to frustrate me. After all, any poor performance on her part would reflect on me, as her supervisor.
I pulled Sarah aside later that day and confronted her with the errors I had found in her work.
"Sarah, we talked about this, and you said you would come to me with any questions or concerns, but you haven't, and the problems are still there. What can we do to resolve this?"
It was then that I saw a side of Sarah I hadn't before - a willingness to take on a defensive tone and then question the validity of my concerns.
"Oh, but I did confirm those appointments, I swear. And I thought you said you were going to finish up those invoices for me; remember, that was the day I had a doctor's appointment."
I was so surprised to see this kind of attitude from Sarah, especially that she would even go so far as to blame me for her mistake. I decided it was time to put my foot down.
"I'm surprised to hear you take that tone with me, Sarah. I won't be able to help you improve your performance if you don't take responsibility for your mistakes."
Sarah blushed and her eyes fell, obviously embarrassed for snapping at me. "I'm sorry, Kaitlin."
"I appreciate that, Sarah, but what's really important is that we get these issues resolved as soon as possible so that they don't impact the business. Why don't we plan to talk with John later this afternoon; I know he has an hour free on his calendar."
"OK, Kaitlin, no problem. Sorry again."
"Please don't be sorry, let's just focus our energy on improving. I'll brief John at 2, why don't you plan to join us at 2:30?"
I went into John's office, closing the door behind me, a few minutes before two. He motioned for me to sit down while he finished up a phone call, and I considered one of the chairs across from his desk, but finally settled on the huge leather sofa on the other side of the room.
A few minutes later, John hung up his phone and walked across the room, joining me on the sofa. "So," he said with a smile, "how about you fill me in on the situation with Sarah, and meanwhile, I'll fill you with something as well?"
"Sounds like a plan," was all I was able to get out before gasping as he grabbed my tits and used them to pull me close. I unzipped his slacks and pulled out his soft cock, which quickly began to harden in my hands as I began stroking him.
While stroking his cock with one hand and fondling his balls with the other, I shared with him how defensive Sarah had been, how disappointed I was, and how I hoped he could help the situation. I guessed he'd heard all he needed to when he firmly pulled me down so that I had no choice but to take his now rock-hard cock into my mouth.
I kept one hand on the base of his cock and the other on his balls as I sucked his full length - he was about 7 inches when erect - deep into my mouth, holding him there for a moment before beginning a steady up and down motion. In between satisfied moans, he shared his fantasy about the appropriate punishment for Sarah's behavior. Spankings, tortuous attention to her nipples and inner thighs, hair pulling, all were part of his fantasy. I knew the fantasy could probably never come true, but it certainly was a turn on to listen to him talk about it, and his words spurred me on to suck him off with even more intense passion.
Whispering in my ear, he said, "We only have a few more moments before Sarah knocks on that door. Do you think you can make me cum?"
