Sara’s Evaluation: My Seductive Boss

Months had passed like a blur, and I found myself lost in the rhythm of my new job. The office had become a second home, and I’d grown to love the sense of camaraderie that came with it. But there was something more that drew me in – the sense of excitement that came with exploring the boundaries of sex in the office.

My evaluations had been a breeze so far, with Sara praising my work ethic and dedication to the job. But it was my third month evaluation that would change everything.

I walked into the conference room, feeling a sense of trepidation. Sara was sitting across from me, her eyes fixed on mine with an intensity that made me squirm. She was wearing her thigh-high stockings and heels, both black – a stark contrast to my own nudity.

“Abby, I don’t know what more I can say,” Sara exclaimed. “You’re performing at a level that’s just not expected from a new employee. I’ve scoured the schedules, talked to people inside and outside the office – and I just can’t find a single concern. You’re a team player, always willing to lend a hand, and your enthusiasm is infectious.”

“I just love my job, ma’am,” I replied, trying to sound demure despite the butterflies in my stomach. “The people in the office are great, and I really can’t believe how much I’ve learned in such a short time.”

Sara smiled, her eyes glinting with a hint of mischief. “I think it’s time we took your evaluation to the next level, Abby. Ms. Benson will be reviewing the report, and then it will go to Mr. Peterson.”

The next day, I found myself standing outside Ms. Benson’s office, feeling a sense of trepidation. She was dressed in her usual attire – heels, stockings, and a shelf bra that left little to the imagination.

“Abby, I have to say, I’m impressed,” Ms. Benson said, her voice dripping with sensuality. “You’ve exceeded all expectations, and I think it’s time we gave you a special thank you.”

I nodded, feeling a sense of excitement building inside me. I knew what was coming – and I was ready.

Mr. Peterson’s office was just down the hall, and I knew that’s where I would be heading next. I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of anticipation wash over me. What would happen next?

As I walked into Mr. Peterson’s office, I was greeted by the sight of Ms. Benson sitting on the edge of his desk, her legs parted and a look of anticipation on her face. Mr. Peterson was standing behind her, his eyes fixed on mine with a hunger that made my heart skip a beat.

“Abby, we’re glad you’re here,” Mr. Peterson said, his voice low and husky. “We have a special thank you planned for you – one that involves a little bit of… experimentation.”

I nodded, feeling a sense of excitement building inside me. I knew what was coming – and I was ready.

“Who are we kidding?” Mr. Peterson said, his voice dripping with sensuality. “We all know what you’re capable of, Abby. And we’re not just talking about your work ethic. We’re talking about the way you make us feel – the way you make us want to take you, to claim you, to make you ours.”

I felt a shiver run down my spine as Mr. Peterson’s words washed over me. I knew what he was talking about – and I was ready to give him what he wanted.

Ms. Benson leaned forward, her eyes fixed on mine with a look of anticipation. “Let’s get started, shall we?” she said, her voice dripping with sensuality.

I nodded, feeling a sense of excitement building inside me. I knew what was coming – and I was ready.

As Mr. Peterson’s cock pressed into my asshole, I felt a sense of pleasure wash over me. It was a feeling I’d grown to love – the feeling of being taken, of being claimed, of being made to feel alive.

I moaned into Ms. Benson’s pussy as Mr. Peterson began to thrust into me, his cock sliding in and out of my tight asshole with ease. I felt like I was on fire, like my body was alive with sensation.

Ms. Benson’s hands were in my hair, her fingers tangled in my locks as she pulled my head back, her mouth open wide in a silent scream. I felt like I was drowning in her pussy, like I was being consumed by her desire.

I pushed back against Mr. Peterson’s thrusts, feeling my body begin to tremble with pleasure. I was on the verge of orgasm, my body alive with sensation.

And then, it happened. I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me, a feeling that was both intense and overwhelming. I was alive, I was free, and I was ready to take on the world.

As I looked up at Mr. Peterson and Ms. Benson, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be. I was in the office, surrounded by the people I loved, and I was ready to take on whatever came next.

“Thank you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you for this experience. Thank you for making me feel alive.”

Mr. Peterson smiled, his eyes glinting with pleasure. “You’re welcome, Abby,” he said, his voice dripping with sensuality. “You’re welcome to anything you want.”

When I finally lifted myself off Mr. Peterson, his cock had shrunk and slipped out of my ass, Ms. Benson had relayed my suggestion about Manager dress to him and he had promised to take the idea to the other VP’s prior to consideration by Mr. Cornell. As I was leaving, Ms. Benson called after me to ask that I stop at her office before leaving for the day.

“Ma’am? You wanted to see me?”

“Abby, yes. Following up on your three-month evaluation, I had Sara pull together some of your data.” My expression must have shown concern. “Sorry, dear. You’re not in trouble. Sit down and talk me through something.” She went on to describe her concern that matched Sara’s regarding what happens to my time. “How much overtime do you work?”

“I … ah … I …”

“Don’t bullshit me, Abby. I see you here some nights when I leave and I see you already here when I arrive. You work overtime. But your time sheets don’t record any overtime.”

“I just make sure my projects stay on schedule, ma’am.”

“Your projects on schedule … hmmmm … let’s see … yeah, here … it looks to me like all your projects are logged off early or as scheduled. How much overtime?” I hesitated, “Okay, Sara noted a concern … not about you directly but affects you. Tell me, Abby … just looking at today and excluding Stan and me, how many times were you requested to fuck, suck, or eat pussy?”

“Just today, ma’am?” She nodded. “Okay … let’s see …” I held up my right hand and ticked off the fingers. She interrupted me.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to have to use your other hand.”

I thought through the day, then giggled, “No, ma’am. Two fucks, two sucks, and a pussy.”

She looked at me intently. Sara did question this, too. She didn’t ask about details, though. “So, would you say that’s normal or unusual?”

“I say … today is kind of normal.”

“Five times is ‘kind of normal’?”

“Five? No, ma’am. Today … all of today is kind of normal.”

“But you said … ohhhh … today isn’t five, today is seven.” I shrugged and nodded. “So, people are using up way more than the assumed two hours and you’re working overtime to make up for it. I see. Is that fair, Abby?”

“Fair, ma’am? It wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t. You pay me to get my projects completed. If I didn’t, it wouldn’t be fair to the company.”

She sagged back in her chair and gazed up at the little holes in the suspended ceiling. Maybe she was counting to a hundred. My mom did that sometimes when she had the same look on her face.

“Abby, you have a simple way of looking at the world, don’t you?” I shrugged. I didn’t think my perspective was particularly simple, as much as others seemed to make it too complicated.

“Do you understand what the concern is that Sara and I have?”

I sighed, “Yes. You have a concern that I am working overtime in order to keep my commitments because other people are taking up my time. And, you think it’s not fair that I spend this extra time at work and not get paid for it.” She smiled. I wasn’t so difficult after all.

“Look … ma’am … here’s my take on it and it’s up to you and Sara. This is a highly unique office situation … and experiment in office management and shared effort and bonding that could still fall apart very quickly if the work didn’t get done.”

I held up my hand to stop her from interrupting. She smiled. I was on a roll.

“If I started claiming all this overtime, somehow it’s going to leak out. You can say all you want about pay being confidential but we know better. Someone in payroll will have drinks with someone on the third floor and they will know someone somewhere else and it will end up here somewhere. Then, what does that make me? Someone milking the system? Someone not able to keep up and getting rewarded for it?”

“If someone is spending too much time fucking, you guys can crack down on them. If not … Ma’am, I like my job. I like what I am doing. I find the work interesting and challenging. I want the company to succeed and grow. I want to be part of the reason it does. If I put in more time quietly, why should anyone care?”

“But … what about …”

“The sex … I like the sex. I’m not roaming the office for more fucks. I’m not. I know women can request sex as much as the guys can. I would be way over my time if I did. That I am still way over my time isn’t my fault. But I like the sex. Honestly, I am surprised how much I do enjoy it still … REALLY enjoy it. Are women complaining they aren’t getting fucked or asked for blowjobs?”

She just smiled. “I thought not. The truth is most women don’t mind not being fucked every day. So, if I like my job and like doing it and I like the sex, where’s the harm in my spending my time the way I want?”

“Alright … alright … damn … I wish I could clone you.”

The next day, Sara came bouncing over to my desk. She was wearing her heel, thigh highs, and a shelf bra. She came up behind me and hugged me. “Pam wouldn’t say why the change was made but I just know it was you.”

I tried playing dumb, but I didn’t know if I pulled it off. Of course, I was feeling pretty good, too. My first day wearing clothes …. well, heels and stockings, anyway.

A couple of months later, I was settled into not being the ‘new gal’ and a fully contributing member of the team.

It was a late night. Not that I had any idea how late. I was too curious about what I was working on. I remembered finding a stale pastry and apple in the break room that I call dinner. Then, I nearly jumped out of my chair.

“Why are you here alone?”

“Jeez …” I turned in my chair, then stood up quickly. “Oh, sir, you startled me.” It was Mr. Cornell, the CEO.

“I … I, ah … I can’t really answer that, sir.”

He looked at me puzzled, then, “Okay.” His face turned into a smile. “Then, let me rephrase, why are you here so late?”

“Oh … sorry, sir … yes … I was intending to spend just a little time because I thought I could finish up this assignment, but I found something that didn’t look right and I started digging, and … is it really that late already, sir?”

He dropped his suit jacket and briefcase on Mary’s chair and turned back to me. His eyes traveled down my body and back up. He stuck out his hand, “Curiously, I don’t think we’ve been introduced. Joe Cornell.”

I shyly smiled. “Yes, sir. I know who you are. I’m Abby Thomas.”

“Ahhhh … yes, of course. I should have guessed. I’ve heard a lot about you, young lady.”

“Ummm … good things I hope, sir.” He laughed.

Then he loosened his tie and turned to my desk. “Tell me about this ‘something didn’t look right’ thing you were working on. What project are you working on?”

“Sir?”

He wanted project details about my issue?

“Young lady, I started this company with a total team no bigger than a quarter of this office. I might be stuck in that big office now, but I still remember the thrill of pursuing an analysis.”

I blushed. I sat in my chair and turned the monitor so he could see it better over my shoulder and spread out paperwork as I started.

“Well, sir, this is the Mountain West project. Sara assigned me to assist Steve Patula, who developed the project with input from Sales, Marketing, and Operations. He broke off this part, the internal guts of the proposal, to me to be melded in with his work.” I broke down the information I was given, what I developed and expanded on myself, and why I felt something was off.

“Wait a minute. Go back to Operations … there … that’s not right. They can’t do that. That rate of production isn’t possible in that area.”

I smiled and looked at him, “Exactly, sir. That’s why it looked off to me. This was being based on a false rate of production. I checked a previous project I worked on to verify my premise. It’s not exactly the same production but it’s the same plant and tooling. These numbers are somehow off.”

“You’re not going to be able to finish tonight, are you, Abby?”

“No, sir. That was where I was when you surprised me. We need Operations to review that information.”

He nodded and we walked back to my desk. He picked up his jacket and case.

“Why are you here so late, sir?”

“Late flight. Thought I’d stop here on the way home. My wife is already asleep, I’m sure. I could download some thoughts while I was still cranked up from the day.”

He turned with a nice smile.

“Thank you, Abby. That brought back satisfying memories of working late to work out problems. I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed that.”

I watched his eyes travel over my messy desk.

“You must have done a really good job of solving problems back then, sir. You’ve got a company now that is widely respected, and I very much enjoy working for.”

He seemed to tear his eyes from the past.

“Do you drink, dear?” I smiled, and he led me through the desks to his dark corner office.

His office was huge. On one side was a huge desk with comfortable visitor chairs in front, a large chair behind, and a credenza behind that. On the other side was a couch, coffee table, and two comfortable chairs.

He offered me the couch as he placed his case and jacket on his desk and went to one of the doors in the credenza, took out two glasses, and held up a bottle of Gentleman Jack bourbon. I nodded.

He handed me one of the glasses and settled himself into one of the chairs across from me. We sipped at the same time. Definitely a better bourbon than I afford myself, I thought.

Then, I flushed. And, it wasn’t the whiskey. For the past five months, I have spent my days naked or essentially so among a group of people, all the men being dressed. Sitting across from him, legs crossed, an arm crossed over my body under my breasts, I am feeling exposed as if it were the first time.

Was it the man or merely a new man? It was then that I realized he was studying me. Before, explaining the problem, his questions, and our back-and-forth, it had been comfortable. Now … there was something different, something intense, something … what? … something about him?

“Should I apologize, Abby?” His question pulled me back to the moment, but I was confused by the question.

“That after five months this is how we meet. Late at night by chance?” I shrugged and offered that he was a busy man.

“Not that busy. Truth is … all of this,” he waved out beyond his office, “… all this is a bit of a quandary for me. It’s my idea, one I enjoy. But, I am aware of my position, the effect being with me could have on others. The power of employment or not for one. A long time ago, I made the decision to not participate in the activities of the office below a certain level.”

He was silent, seeming to be waiting for something. I ventured ahead with my thought.

“Sir, I don’t think you are wrong. It would be imposing for someone like me to be called to your office for …,” I blushed without finishing.

“The idea about all this remains that we maintain control and freedom with what happens and some could feel the loss of that to you or others of senior management.” I judged his reaction, then continued, “I do think, however, that you could be more socially available without the … the ahhhh … you know … the sex.”

I smiled, and he leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face.

“You know, Abby, I think you might be right. I do feel like I’m missing out on some of the camaraderie and bonding that happens around here. But, I’m not sure how to change that without disrupting the whole dynamic.”

I nodded, understanding.

“Perhaps it’s not about changing the dynamic, but about being more open and available to your team members. You could have dinner with them, attend company events, and just be more present in the office.”

He looked at me thoughtfully, and I could tell he was considering my words.

“You know, Abby, I think you might be onto something there. Thank you for your insight.”

He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and stood up, taking my glass from my hand to refill it. “Abby, I’ve heard things about you,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “Good things, I assure you.”

I blushed, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks, and he chuckled, taking a sip of his bourbon. “I’ve heard you’re very specific and literal, and I’ve seen that tonight. I’ve also heard you’re very analytical and precise, and that’s exactly what I need right now.”

He took a deep breath, his eyes locked on mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. “To be honest, Abby, I’m not very good with people. I’m great at running a company, organizing it, and making it grow, but the people aspect… well, let’s just say I’m not exactly a people person.”

I nodded, feeling a surge of understanding. “It’s not that you’re not capable, it’s just that you need to be surrounded by the right people.”

He smiled again, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Exactly. And I think I’m starting to realize that you’re one of those people, Abby.”

As we talked, I felt a connection growing between us, a sense of ease and understanding that I’d never experienced before. He was real, genuine, and vulnerable, and I found myself wanting to be around him more and more.

“You make it sound so simple,” he said, his voice tinged with skepticism.

I shook my head, smiling. “It’s not, but you have to start somewhere. And I think you’re starting to get it.”

He paused, looking at me with a thoughtful expression. “You said I was right about not approaching…?”

I felt a flutter in my chest as he glanced at my breasts, and I knew exactly what he was thinking. My nipples were hard, my heart was racing, and I could feel a warmth spreading through my body.

“I would very much like to, sir,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper, as I stood up and bent over to put my glass on the coffee table, my breasts swaying in front of him.

“Very much, sir,” I repeated, my voice husky with desire, as I pushed the table aside and knelt in front of him, my eyes locked on his.

“I’d love to, sir,” I said, my hand reaching for his belt, my heart pounding in my chest.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine, and I felt a surge of excitement. This was it, the moment of truth.

As I unfastened his belt and pulled down his slacks, I felt a sense of trepidation mixed with desire. What was I getting myself into?

But as I reached into his underwear and wrapped my hand around his cock, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be.

It was big, bigger than I’d ever felt before, and I felt a surge of excitement mixed with a touch of fear. What was I doing?

But as I looked up at him, I saw the desire in his eyes, and I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be.

“I’d love to, sir,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper, as I took him in my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock.

He gasped, his body tensing beneath me, and I felt a surge of pleasure. This was it, the moment of truth.

As I sucked and licked, I felt my own desire growing, my body responding to the touch of his cock. I was lost in the moment, lost in the sensation of his body beneath me.

And then, without warning, he was inside me, his cock thrusting deep into my pussy. I cried out, my body tense with pleasure, as he fucked me with a ferocity that left me breathless.

I felt my orgasm building, my body responding to the touch of his cock. I was lost in the moment, lost in the sensation of his body beneath me.

And then, just as suddenly as it had started, it was over. He pulled out, his cock still hard, and I felt a surge of disappointment.

But then, he smiled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “I think we need to try that again,” he said, his voice low and husky.

I nodded, feeling a surge of excitement. This was it, the moment of truth.

As he leaned forward, his cock pressing against my pussy, I felt a surge of desire. This was it, the moment I’d been waiting for.

And then, without warning, he was inside me again, his cock thrusting deep into my pussy. I cried out, my body tense with pleasure, as he fucked me with a ferocity that left me breathless.

I felt my orgasm building, my body responding to the touch of his cock. I was lost in the moment, lost in the sensation of his body beneath me.

And then, just as suddenly as it had started, it was over. He pulled out, his cock still hard, and I felt a surge of disappointment.

But then, he smiled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “I think we need to try that again,” he said, his voice low and husky.

This time, he was more aggressive, his cock thrusting deeper, harder, and faster. I felt my orgasm building, my body responding to the touch of his cock.

And then, just as suddenly as it had started, it was over. He pulled out, his cock still hard, and I felt a surge of disappointment.

But then, he smiled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “I think we’ve got this now,” he said, his voice low and husky.

And with that, he fucked me again, harder, faster, and deeper than before. I felt my orgasm building, my body responding to the touch of his cock.

And then, just as suddenly as it had started, it was over. He pulled out, his cock still hard, and I felt a surge of disappointment.

But then, he smiled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “I think we’re done here,” he said, his voice low and husky.

I nodded, feeling a surge of satisfaction. We’d done it, we’d finally made it happen.

And as he pulled me up, his cock still hard, I knew that this was just the beginning. We’d done it, and now it was time to see what came next.