Getting used to new positions

Tom spent the rest of the day setting up his new office and getting Sandy sorted out. She still had some training that Claire was supposed to do, but he would have to take care of that now. By the end of the day he'd explained to her that she would actually do the initial pass of editing a book, then he would give her his notes and she would take another pass. This was not how it was supposed to work, but it made things a lot easier on Tom.

The next day was Saturday, and he enjoyed a nice day of rest. He also discovered a bruise on his hip that was turning green. Janeece had definitely rammed into him pretty hard a couple of days earlier, and he needed to recover. If he'd discovered this weird phone network that tapped into **** minds in his twenties, he'd probably have a harem of **** girls by now. As it was, he didn't feel the ambition for anything like that.

At least, not at first. When he went back to work on Monday, he told himself that he'd tested out the phone on Sandy and her friend, gotten back at Janeece for trying to fuck with him, and secured himself a nice, cushy position at the company, which was all he wanted. But by the end of the first day in his new office, he could feel that things had changed.

The most obvious change was how the other employees treated him.

“Good morning, Tyler,” said Tom when he entered the office.

The young editor, barely two years out of college, just snorted at him and walked past. The whole office treated him that way. They weren't about to be mean to him since he suddenly had a tight relationship with the boss, but they weren't pretending to be polite to him anymore, either.

The second change was his exposure to Sandy.

“I finished the first draft of the mining parts manual, Mr. Carlton!”

“Already?” He fired up his computer and glanced at the extensive notes that she'd left on each page.

“Yes, I worked on it all weekend!”

Sandy's enthusiasm was infectious. As much as all the other employees hated him, she treated him with more respect than he'd ever had before. All that trust and enthusiasm packed into her tight, little body was rather attractive.

The biggest thing that changed was the free time he had available. Once he'd looked over the manual that Sandy had edited over the weekend, he had nothing else to do until she finished the next pass, which took a couple more days. At first he relaxed and played solitaire or surfed the web. By Wednesday he was so bored that he was surfing porn sites at work.

There was a knock at the door.

“Come in!”

Sandy entered carrying a cup of coffee. “I just made a new pot and I thought you'd want some, sir.”

Tom smiled. Looking over his cute Asian-American subordinate, he felt that porn wasn't really as necessary as it used to be. He closed the browser and took the cup of coffee from her small hands. After taking a sip, he said, “Hmm, that's very good, Sandy. Close the door and have a seat, there's something I'd like to talk to you about.”

She did as he asked, then sat down nervously. “Is there a problem with my work?”

“Oh no, nothing like that. Hold on a minute, I just need to check on something.”

Tom pulled out his phone and switched over to the MP network for the first time in several days. He messaged Sandy.

• Sandy, what do you think of me?
• I think you're attractive. Talking to you makes me a little hot, especially when I'm sharing something personal. I trust you and I want to make sure you do well in your job.

It sounded like she'd taken a few specific commands that he'd given her and generalized them. That was good, and it was probably necessary for her to make sense of what she'd done. There was room for improvement, though.

• You have a huge crush on me, but you can't admit it.
• I can't?
• No, you know you're not at my level, not in your job, maturity, attractiveness, importance or anything else. It would be presumptive and rude to try and make me responsible for your childish reactions.
• I'm sorry I have such naughty feelings.
• Don't be sorry, be grateful that you can do anything at all for me. Give me your absolute loyalty and be grateful for anything I give you, but never expect anything of me.
• Yes, sir.

Tom laid his phone on his desk and stood up. The junior editor had been quietly sitting in her chair while he'd chatted with her subconscious, but he noticed that she was now blushing and looking at him more intensely than before. "Sandy, we've both been working really hard this week. Don't you agree?"

"Yes, sir!" She nodded enthusiastically. Tom had barely been working at all, but she was either incapable of contradicting him or trusted him so much that she believed obvious lies.

"So, let's do a quick relaxation exercise. Stand up and take off all your clothes."

Sandy's mouth dropped open like she'd just been told she'd won the lottery, and she did as she was told. Tom undressed with her, and soon they were both naked. He looked over her slender, young body appreciatively. It was amazing that she'd only ever been with one guy, she definitely could have had her pick if she'd emphasized her assets.

"Very good. Now, for the next part, get on your knees and suck my cock."

"Yes, sir!" said the young woman as she dropped to the ground. She grabbed his cock and slipped it into her small mouth without hesitation. She may not have had a lot of experience, but she'd definitely learned quickly.

"Oh yeah, that's great. That's really relaxing me. Do you feel relaxed, Sandy?"

"Mmm, hmm!" she mumbled around his cock.

Tom put both hands on her head and pushed her deeper onto his rod. When he let go, she stayed there, pushing her mouth as deep onto him as possible. He thrust his hips in and out, fucking her throat hard.

"Oh god, that's hot! Speaking of hot, have you heard from your hot Latina roommate lately? The one you lost your virginity with."

Sandy pulled herself off his cock and gasped for air. She adjusted her large glasses, which didn't help much since they were already splattered with spit. "Huh, huh, no, sir. We... we said we'd stay in touch after I graduated, but we've only looked at each other's social media. No real conversations."

"Aw, that's too bad," said Tom, shoving the Asian girl back onto his cock. As she stuck out her tongue and made a valiant effort to lick his balls, he picked up his phone from the edge of his desk. He found Rosa's number and sent her a message.

• Your ex-roommate, Sandy, was really cute. Thinking about her makes you horny. Finger yourself to cumming three times a day while fantasizing about having another threesome with her.
• Sure thing. Who is this?
• Don't worry about that. Also, picture a different man every time you fantasize about a threesome with Sandy. Always make it an older man, like a professor or a friend's father.
• No problem.

Tom put the phone away and pulled Sandy off his cock. "Okay, let's go to the couch. I've never had an office with a couch before, so I'd really like to try it out."

"That sounds great!" said Sandy.

She sat down on the couch, but Tom grabbed her waist, pulled her back onto her feet and turned the small girl around. In a short moment she was bent over with her hands on the plush couch and Tom was behind her. "You did a really good job of relaxing me, so I'm going to relax you now. Are you ready?"

"Yes, sir!" said Sandy with a lot more enthusiasm than she wanted him to notice. "I've never done it in this position before."

Tom grinned down at his eager, young slut. From what she'd told him, she'd only ever done it in one position before. He reached between her legs and felt her cunny, which was very small and very wet. He rubbed her juices onto his hard cock, then guided it into her.

"Oh my god, that feels so good, sir!"

"See? I look out for my subordinate. I'm a good mentor!"

"Yes you are! Thank you, sir!"

Tom did a few slow thrusts to build up a rhythm. He kept one hand on her little ass and reached forward to grab her black ponytail with his other hand. He pulled her head back as he drove into her harder, making her moan loudly.

He felt glad that he'd confirmed that Chuck had soundproofed all the executive offices. Of course, it might be fun if the whole office knew he was getting laid. He might leave the door open a crack someday.

"Oh, Mr. Carlton, that feels so good! Thank you! Thank you for... helping me relax!"

"You're welcome, Sandy. Now be quiet. I have to... concentrate."

He let go of her ponytail and grabbed her narrow ass with both hands. She dropped from her hands to her elbows. He pounded her cunt as hard as he could.

"Oh, you're a good, little junior editor!" said Tom as he pulled out his cock and jacked himself off onto her ass. He shot out a big load that streaked across her small butt cheek. He felt lightheaded, like his head was emptying with his balls, and it was terrific.

When he was done, Tom wiped the line of cum off of her ass, leaving a shiny streak. He got the majority into the cup of his hand and walked around to the end of the couch, where Sandy was panting. "Here, you need to clean up after we're done by licking this all up."

Too exhausted to talk, Sandy stuck out her pink tongue and licked up his cum from his hand. When she was done, he wiped his hand dry on her hair. She looked up at him and said, "Thank you for showing me that relaxation technique, sir!"

He smiled back at her. "You're welcome. Now, get your clothes back on and get back to work. I've got a travel guide book that you need to start on by the end of the day."