Part 1

The First Week

The next morning I am running late to the office and skip the morning coffee run.  I arrive and speak briefly to Janice congratulating her on retirement which she responds with a laugh and a sigh of relief.  

I then open my door and walk over to my desk which has a hot cup of coffee already sitting on it attached to a note.  

"Mr. Johnson, I hear that I will be moving over to assist you with your needs and have been told to start my transition. I hope to live up to your high demands and will do whatever it takes. I hope this coffee eases your morning 'attitude' -Sara"  I crumple the note and toss it into the trash. Getting straight to work. 

About 30 min later I hear a small knock at the door.  "Enter," I responded not looking up from the report I was reading.  

"I have met with Janice Mr. Johnson and taken over scheduling your day." Saras cheery voice sings through the air "You have a couple phone calls this morning, followed by a working lunch with Robert to review the financials and your daily team meeting at 2pm." 

"Thank you Sara. I'm glad to have you as my assistant. You are a quick study.  I know we will be a great team." I say smiling while looking into her brown eyes. Her dress is business with an edge of sexuality to it.  Her light grey shirt has short sleeves and is low cut where you can just start to see the top of her boobs.  The light fabric is tucked neatly into her pants which are tighter fitting than the skirt from the previous day.  The pants are long and black with white pinstripes down the side and end just above the bright white high heel shoes that contrast beautifully against her dark skin. 

She smiles in return beaming at the compliment. She walks inside the office closing the door behind her and walks up to the desk placing both her hands at the edge. "I'm really happy you requested me Mr. Johnson.  I like Robert but his demands are high and he has nothing but criticism for me.  I don't think i have heard him say a single nice thing about me." She says frowning.  

"Well Sara if you continue to predict and meet my needs" i say holding up the coffee cup "i will continue to praise your amazing talents." 

"Thank you again Mr. Johnson, I will try." As she straightens up soaking up my words.  "If I may ask Sir" she says leaning her head over my desk with her hands still on the edge for support, "I noticed the date of this report here.  Do you want me to print you a newer version?" 

"No that's ok Sara this one is fine" I say as I continue to read.  

"Are you sure Sir?" She asks again, emphasizing the last word. 

"I said it's fine Sara" I bark back as I look up noticing for the first time how far she has leaned over.  Her face is even with mine and with her hands straight at the edge of the desk the fabric of her light grey shirt has fallen down widening the opening to her chest.  She smiles into my eyes as my face softens its tone.  

"I just want to make sure you are reading it correctly Mr. Johnson." Sara says slowly, emphasizing each word. "Are you sure you don't want the newest report?"  

I look into her eyes and smile.  

"You see Mr. Johnson, I just thought I could be helpful" she says tracing the report with her fingers while still bending her head over looking down at the desk.  

I look over and can see straight down her shirt. Her boobs are hanging down, filling up her bra which is an off-white and contrasts against her dark skin.  I continue to openly stare down her shirt as she lifts her head up and watches my face as I examine her body.  Her boobs are an A-cup and just big enough to fill my hand if I were to grab it. Her off-white bra has lace fringes and due to her leaning over is sagging down exposing her nipples.  Each nipple is a lighter shade and through the right one I can clearly see a piercing.  I stair at the ring going through Sara's nipple as she musically moves her chest back and forth making her boobs sway.  

I shake myself out of the trance and look up into her eyes which are smiling in return.  "Thank you Sara that will be all for now. Great Job.  Beautiful Work." 

She lifts herself off the desk and straightens herself up.  "I'm happy to be of service Mr. Johnson." And walks out of the office leaving the door open.  

I stand there admiring the view leaving my office and take a moment to regain my composure, and let the bulge in my pants subside before returning to my work. 

The rest of the day was uneventful except I took notice that Sara returned from lunch 10 min late and her hair was unkempt the same as yesterday.  I did not say anything and generally found a few excuses to compliment her which revived the sassy attitude from the morning.  I left the office the third day feeling pretty good about my job and having confidence I could succeed.  

The next morning I decided to go for a run early and after the shower I went straight into the office purposefully skipping the coffee shop on the first floor hoping a cup would be waiting for me.  I passed by Sara who was in the process of moving all her stuff over to the desk outside my office and gave a cheerful "Good morning Mr. Johnson.  I left your coffee on your desk." 

"Thank you Sara.  You are the best part of my morning." I walk in and grab the cup to take a drink.  Under it was another note, shorter this time, "I'm glad you enjoyed the view yesterday! If you need anything and i'm not at my desk please text me 555-6969." 

I put her number in my phone and sent a simple text.  "Thanks Sara.  -Mr. Johnson" 

It was Thursday and my day was full of meetings morning until evening.  I went straight to work.  After my third phone call of the day I looked up and realized it was lunch and I headed straight over to Robert's desk for a review of the financials.  Robert is a meat and potatoes type of guy so of course he ordered steak for lunch. It's a little too heavy for my taste but I ate it anyway.  After we finish I head back to my desk to participate in a conference call of the other regional managers.  I do not have a large speaking role but I am expected to listen and take notes.  

I sit down at my desk full of steak and mashed potatoes and the last thing I want to do is listen to a 2 hour phone call while taking notes.  I dial in and pull out my notepad to start writing.  After 30 mins I'm half dozing off wishing I got a cup of coffee after lunch.  I reach for my phone and send a text to Sara: "can you bring me a cup of coffee? Im falling asleep." 

A minute later I get a reply "of course Mr. Johnson.  I'll bring it right in."  

"Thanks Sara, you are a lifesaver!" 

About 10 min later the door cracks open and Sara slips inside closing the door behind her.  She walks in front of my desk and sets the cup in front of me.  

"Here you go Mr. Johnson. Will there be anything else?" She whispers 

I reach over and hit the mute button.  "Actually yes, sit down and take some notes for me.  I'm having a hard time concentrating." I instruct her.  

"Yes Mr. Johnson'' she reaches over, grabs the paper and pen from my desk, pushes the chair opposite mine closer, and sits down.  She starts to write down everything she hears summarizing the important parts.  It's obvious she has done this before.  Most likely Robert had her take notes for him, he seems like the type.  Her handwriting is clean and neat, and she writes quickly.  

I sit back taking a few sips of coffee admiring her fingers go to work.  Today she is wearing another short skirt and low cut blouse.  She has crossed her legs and taken her high heels off and pushed them neatly on the floor next to her.  I stare up her legs starting at her feet.  Her legs are toned from the years of wearing high heels.  I wonder if she used to play volleyball when she was younger? Her ass sure does look nice.  I move past her flat stomach and over to her perky boobs.  I picture in my head her pierced right nipple and stare intently at it trying to see if it is noticeable through her bra and shirt.  "I swear when she turns her shoulders in just the right light I can see the outline of that ring piercing her nipple." I Say to myself.  

coughcough* I hear her politely interrupt my thoughts.  "Mr. Johnson, am I distracting you? Shall i leave sir?"  

"No Sara.  You are a picture of pure beauty and a welcome distraction.  Please stay." 

She smiles and looks back down to continue her note taking.  I lean back in my chair and turn around to admire the bird's nest which is complete by now. The coffee has solved my tired problem but not the boredom problem.  I look at the clock and the meeting is halfway through.  "Fuck I still have another hour of this." I accidentally say out loud.  

Sara looks up with an apologetic smile "Mr. Johnson is there anything I can do to help you concentrate?  I'm willing to do anything Sir." 

"Anything?" I ask inquisitively.  

"Anything Sir.  I am here to meet all your needs and make sure you are successful." 

"Hmm…" I replied, "Hand me those notes." 

She pushes them over to me and slides her chair back so I can get a full look at her body.  

"Actually there is something." I say without looking up as i continue to write where she left off.  "Your nipple piercing from yesterday. I did not get a good look. Show it to me." 

"Excuse me Mr. Johnson?" She asks, surprised.  

"Now!" I immediately replied sternly looking into her eyes. 

She histates.  "You act like a tease.  Lets see how far you will go. You said you are here to please me right?" 

"Yes sir...anything you command I will do." 

"Show me. Now" i repeat more forcefully. 

She slowly starts to stand up and walks quietly over to lock the door behind us.  She turns back around and looks into my eyes nervously.  

"You have an amazing body Sara. You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen." I encourage her.  "When I saw your boobs yesterday it made me so hard I just knew I had to see them again." 

She smiles and soaks in the compliments that build her courage.  She walks close to the desk, reaches down to the bottom of her blouse, and in one smooth motion pulls it over her head exposing her bra.  She smiles nervously again and puts her hand down to her side.  

She truly had one of the best pairs of boobs I have ever seen.   They are just the right size and flow out of her bra begging to be released. "Damn you are gorgeous." I respond.  

"Off.  Now." I command while still listening and taking notes.  

She reaches her hand behind her and takes one big sigh then unclaps the bra and lets it fall down to one side.  

I hear the bra release but intentionally do not look up. I want her to stand in front of me topless in my office and know who makes the rules.  A minute goes by in silence.  I keep writing. 

"Sir?"  

"Yes Sara?" I ask with an irritated tone.  

"Is this what you wanted to see?" She asks quietly and meekly. 

I pause my note taking and look up for the first time staring at her perfect perky boobs. 

I look her in the eye and smile and I respond with one word: "Goddess".  

She smiles back regaining her composure and walks a little closer to the desk peering over the side taking a glance at the outline of my hard cock in my pants.  Seeing how much she excites me gives her more confidence.   

"Sir, you should be taking notes now that you have seen my piercing." She teases.  

"Ha" I grunt back in return. I look back down and continue writing while she sits back down in the chair still topless.  "What are you doing Sara?"

"I am here to make sure your needs are met and you are productive."  She says playfully.  

"Good answer. Who is in charge here?" 

"You are Mr. Johnson, I serve you." 

"Try again!" I bark making her jump.  

She pauses and sinks back into the chair when I scold her.  

"I said answer me!"

She sinks lower and opens her mouth to speak.  I can see the wheels turning in her head and then she has an idea.  "You are Sir?" She says with a hint of confidence. 

"Better. But not the answer i was hoping for." 

She cocks her head thinking when another idea pops into her head.  She climbs out of the chair and gets on her hands and knees and starts crawling over smiling the entire time.  Her perky boobies pointing straight down with her back arched makes her butt look amazing through her short skirt, which has now started to hike up her legs.  She rounds the corner of my desk and sits down at my feet staring straight up in my eyes smiling while batting her eyelashes.  

I look down into her eyes for a moment and then continue lowering my gaze to her boobs.  "They are perfect." I say out loud.  "So who is in charge here?" I ask again this time softly.  

"She puts her hands on my knees and pulls herself up straddling me with her legs.  She pushes her chest onto mine and I can feel the firmness of her boobs pressing against my muscled chest. She leans in closer with her mouth and kisses my cheek.  

"Who is in charge here Sara?" I repeat at a whisper.  

She replies by kissing my other cheek and wrapping her hands around the back of my head pulling me closer to her boobs.  She then puts her lips close to my left ear and whispers "You are...Master."

"Good girl" I responded.  

At the sound of the compliment she takes a big breath of air and falls limp on my shoulder soaking up the scent of my coulonge as i hug her tightly.  

"Tell me Master what task shall I perform next?" She whispers.  

"Be a good girl and put those perfect lips to good use.  I have to finish taking notes and we only have 30 minutes left of this conference call.

"Yes sir!" She says eagerly.  

She slides her legs down and kneels below me while her hands slide around the back of my neck, down my shirt covered chest and stomach to my already hardening cock.  Her nimble fingers grab my zipper and slide it down.  She reaches her hand inside my pants and wraps her fingers around my cock pulling it through the opening of my boxers and releases it into the open office air. 

She looks down at it and her breath quickens as she squeezes it gently.  I look down at her as she stares at the site and feel of my 7.5" hard cock.  

She looks up and our eyes meet. I gently push her and my chair closer to my desk so I can continue taking notes as the voices on the call clammer on.  "Do you know what to do?" I ask in a flat tone as if this was some benign task.

"Yes Master." She replies in determination and goes straight to work.  

Sara was a natural cock sucker.  Whatever she lacked in experience or skill was made up for in something even more sexy, determination. She wrapped her big full lips around my hard cock and kissed the tip.  She then looked up and smiled before licking the length of my shaft.  I look down at her for a second putting my pen down to reach for her boobs.  I wrap my hand around one then the other as she continues to bob up and down my cock going faster with each stroke.  

I pinch her nipples which causes her to pull her head up and squeak.  I laugh a little and say to her "Sara you have no idea how sexy you look right now."  

"Thank you Master" she replies pleased with herself and gets straight back to work.  I continue to take notes as she wraps her lips around the head of my cock and runs her tongue down my shaft.  She tries to slide the cock deeper in her mouth which elicits a groan from me as I try and fail to concentrate. 

She speeds up and I stop all attempts at taking notes and sit back watching my sexy topless assistant suck the life out of my hard cock from under my desk.  I rub her boobs again, squeezing them, making her moan.  She pulls her head up and looks me in the eyes begging for my approval and praise.  She continues to stroke me with her hand alternating with her lips to provide lubrication.  

"Please Mr. Johnson, please Sir…" she begs.  Not for me to cum but to hear me praise her.  I smile at her as my cock throbs in her hand.  "Please Master, I need it!" 

"You are a good girl Sara.  You make me feel better than I have felt in a long time.  I love your boobs, they are just the right size, soft and perky. Your big full lips look so amazing wrapped around my cock.  I need you to make me cum baby girl." I respond by giving her what she so desperately needs.  

She sighs again and starts sucking my cock again with renewed energy.  She is sucking like her life depends on it.  I continue to praise her as she bobs up and down, telling her how beautiful and sexy her body is and how I desperately need her.  The more I praise her the more turned on she gets and the faster she sucks. 

Her left hand has made its way under her skirt touching herself as she continues to suck my cock with her lips and stroking it with her right hand.  

I am getting close and she knows it too as she can feel my balls tighten up.  She rubs her clit faster as she brings herself to an orgasm causing her body to tense up.  A few seconds later she resumes sucking my cock with a determination I have never seen before.  

She starts to beg me to cum inside her mouth as she strokes my cock faster squeezing the tip slightly on the top of her strokes.  

The sight of her orgasming while sucking my cock is too much and I start to cum.  The moment she senses me cummimg she instantly wraps her lips around the head of my cock and places her tongue on the bottom side of the tip.  I shoot load after load in her mouth which she swallows eagerly.  

I lay back in my chair spent and motionless.  She looks up at me as I look down and pat her on the head "Good girl".  

She smiles and proceeds to clean me up by licking my cock clean and gently putting my softening cock back in my pants and zips me up. She stands up and kisses me on the cheek as my eyes open and checks the time, 10 min left of the call.  

My speaking part is next as I take a sip of the cold coffee sitting on my desk. Sara puts her bra and shirt back on and straightens herself up as much as possible while I unmute the phone and give my report.  

I finish speaking and the call ends.  I look back up at Sara standing at the door with one hand placed on the handle.  "Will that be all Mr. Johnson?" She asks in the most professional tone possible. 

"Yes it is Sara, thank you" I respond as she unlocks the door and opens it to leave.  "Actually i thought of one more thing." She stops and turns her head back. I point to the cold cup of coffee on my desk, "do you mind?" 

"Not at all Mr. Johnson" she says walking over to grab the cup and quickly walks out of my office leaving the door open. 

The Weekend

I wake up on friday morning feeling refreshed and clear headed.  I go for my morning run, take a shower, and go straight up to my office.  Sara is already there with my coffee in hand, handing it to me as I walk past. 

"Good morning Mr. Johnson. I left your agenda for today on your desk. If you need anything i will be right outside."  

She turns and walks back to her desk sitting down and begins work immediately without any reference or indication of the events of yesterday afternoon.  

I give a slight laugh to myself and sit down in my chair that only yesterday afternoon I was getting my cock sucked by my topless sexy assistant.  

I push the thought out of my mind and begin working.  With a clear head and a focus for the weekend the hours fly past and the next thing I know Sara has poked her head in telling me she is going to lunch. 

"Huh?....oh yes of course….no Im fine I'll grab something in the cafeteria." I respond.  

I go downstairs to grab a sandwich and quickly return to my desk hoping to leave my first week in my new job a productive one.  

I get a text a few minutes later and I look down to see who it is.  It's Veronica checking in if we are still on for our date Saturday Night.  To be honest i almost forgot about it.  I respond back to her saying i am and that she better come prepared to be fucked like the proper slut she is.  She sends back a smiley face in return and I get back to reading my team's reports for the week.  

I lose track of the time and look down, 20 minutes past 1pm.  I call out for Sara and get no response.  I get up and look at her desk and she is not there.  "Where is she?" I think to myself.  "She was late getting back to work the past 3 days. Where is she going?" 

I walk down the hall to the printer and make a few copies and stop by the kitchen located on the same floor to grab a cup of coffee.  The coffee on the 5th floor kitchen is free but not nearly as good as the coffee from the store downstairs.  It does have the immediate benefit of being available and hot. I grab a white styrofoam cup and fill it half full.  Walking back to my desk I notice Sara has still not returned and I'm starting to get worried.  

Just as I sit down at my desk again, Sara walks in quickly carrying a cup from downstairs. 

"Here you are Mr. Johnson, sorry the line was long".  She lies.  The line to the coffee store downstairs has never been long the entire week.  

"That's ok, I grabbed one from the kitchen,"  I say, pointing to the white styrofoam cup on the desk.  She looks over at the cup and immediately her face sags with defeat. 

"I'm sorry Mr. Johnson… I tried, I just needed to go…" she stopped herself before finishing her sentence.  

"It's ok. I have to go to a meeting. I'll be back in a couple hours." I responded by gathering my reports and heading out.  I can see as I walk past Sara she is in her normal post-lunch frazzle; dejected attitude, slightly messed up hair, and wrinkled shirt.  Well i don't have time to console her this afternoon.  I have a meeting all afternoon with Robert and there is nothing worse to a military man than being late. 

I march down the hall quickly and turn the corner taking the last glimpse at Sara who has sunken herself in her chair and placed her head on her hands.  "I'll deal with that later" I think to myself. 

My meeting with Robert ran longer than expected and by the time i got out I was already late for my last meeting of the day, a phone call with Lisa, my not so favorite client. I march back to my office and Sara is there looking a little more composed but still eager for my attention.  

"I'm sorry Sara" i say before she can get a word in "Roberts meeting ran long and Lisa is expecting my call.  Can we talk later?"  I say without waiting for her response.

I close the door behind me and sit down at my desk just in time for my phone to ring "Lisa!..." 

It's nothing personal Sara I just don't have time today to get you out of whatever funk you put yourself into over lunch every day. 

My call with Lisa runs longer as i feared but i need to spend some time building the relationship as I am new. I hear a quiet knock Sara pokes her head in.  I look up at her while still continuing my conversation with Lisa 

"...you want to meet in person next week?...yes i love that idea we can review my team's progress on your account…..monday afternoon? That's perfect. I'll have my assistant clear my calendar" I say while motioning to Sara to write that down as her head is still poking in the office.  She nods her confirmation and then motions the time, 5:20pm.  

I motion it's ok for her to leave and I continue talking with Lisa as Sara gives a faint half-hearted smile and closes the door.  "....yes of course i'll bring a copy of this week's reports to our meeting monday afternoon…" 

The call with Lisa continues like this for another 30 minutes before I'm finally able to hang up and go home for the week.  

Im mentally tired and stressed but glad the weekend is here and looking forward to taking stress out on Veronica Saturday night.  She can always take a pounding and she is great for relieving stress. 

I walk down the street slowly towards my apartment when I get a text from some guy friends who are looking for a drinking buddy at the local pub.  "I'm there," I responded immediately. The night with them is as good as always and the food at the pub is always delicious. I head home a few hours later a little more drunk but also a little more relaxed. 

I woke up on Saturday morning with a slight headache and a slow morning.  By the afternoon my head is clear and my spirits have returned.  I have a few errands to run and spend the afternoon navigating the traffic and crowds of the stores of a saturday afternoon.  I get back to my apartment around 4pm with my stress returned.  I sit down on the couch and send a quick message to Veronica: "Are you available for dinner at 7pm?" 

I get a response back a few minutes later: "Hey, Im SO SORRY but I just found out my flight for tomorrow got canceled and I'm going to have to fly out tonight.  I'm on the way to the airport now." 

Damn it!! I scream.  "That sucks!  I was looking forward to tonight!" I type back.  

"Me too Mr. Johnson!  I REALLY NEED some of your skills tonight. I promise the next time i'm in town you can have me!" The phone reads. 

"Next time…" I throw the phone down on the couch.  

God Fucking Damn it!  I needed that tonight. This week has been super busy and stressful and besides my little release on Thursday with Sara I have not had my normal stress release activities.  I take a deep sigh and order some dinner.  If i can't go out with Veronica i guess i'll stay in and catch up on my Netflix.  

I spend the rest of the night stewing over not being able to go out on my date but also frustrated I do not have the motivation to walk out of my apartment.  I ultimately decided to go to bed early and hope to save the weekend.  

Sunday was no better.  I usually spend the day with my parents at my sisters house.  Most of the time I can handle the inter-family squabbles and the insults they confuse with humor but without my stress relief with Veronica my anger only builds.  Right after dinner I excuse myself and head back to my apartment to prepare for the week ahead.  

Part 3