I fucked my boss’ daughter

“Just another few lines,” I muttered quietly to myself. I just had to check another few lines of this document and I could get away from this cramped cubicle for the day, turn this overly bright monitor off, and retreat to the sanctuary of my apartment.

“Last section.” I did my best to concentrate on the work. My eyes had already flicked to the time; the official finishing time was well over an hour ago.

A couple of minutes later and I was done. I could have left this for tomorrow, but I knew tomorrow I would get more reports to finish. I moved the mouse cursor over the start menu, clicked the power option, and hit the shut down button. The official finish time was five, and it was now after six. I slowly tossed my suit jacket on and grabbed my briefcase.

“Leaving so soon?” The pompous, dull tone of one of my coworkers drifted over. His name was Jerry, and he was a total kiss-ass. He was always the first one in and the last one to leave; it was so clear he was desperate for the vacant senior manager's role. I personally would love to get it just to get one up on him.

“It’s six o’clock, Jerry,” I said flatly as I walked past him.

“That attitude will never get you far,” he said in a disapproving voice.

“Fuck off, Jerry!” I replied, flipping him the middle finger as I left.

I worked in a large corporate building in the city. My "office," as they liked to call it, was on the seventeenth floor. The building had three elevators, and it was the middle one that opened. There was already someone inside.

Anyone coming from above was either in the legal department, HR, or an executive. I did my best to give her a courtesy nod and a small hello, making sure to keep my eyes on her face. She was an absolute stunner. She had dark blonde hair tied up in a bun. Her face had just the right amount of makeup to make her blue eyes pop. She wore a black blazer with a white blouse that looked like it was bursting at the seams. To say she had a large chest was an understatement. A short black skirt with tights and heels completed the outfit, not to mention the designer handbag hanging off her arm. She only gave me the briefest of smiles as the elevator doors closed.

It was an awkward descent until she got off at the fourth floor, her heels breaking the silence. She was definitely in the executive department, as the fourth floor was reserved for their cars. I was another two floors down.

As was often the case, the parking lot was very empty. I had made sure that when I got a promotion from the customer service department, I secured my own space. It was always a fight for spaces before, and even worse taking public transport.

I climbed into my pride and joy: a cherry red BMW Z4 with a hardtop. It wasn’t the most flashy car, but I had always wanted one, so I used my bonus to buy it. As the crow flies, I only live about fifteen to twenty minutes away, but with traffic, that time doubles.

I got back to my apartment block and parked in the garage. It’s a six-floor building with the garage taking up the ground floor. I managed to get a great price on a one-bed corner apartment on the top floor.

My apartment is nothing special, but it’s mine. Thanks to my parents, I’m mortgage-free at the age of twenty-nine. There is a small entrance hall which opens into a modest open-plan kitchen and living area. A large window in the corner lets in plenty of light. The bathroom is to my immediate right, and the bedroom is the door after. I headed for the bedroom and stripped down, planning on taking a shower. Once undressed, I walked into the bathroom and leaned against the sink, looking at myself. My short dark brown hair wasn't as well-kept as it was this morning. Small bags and droopy eyelids hid my brown eyes. I ran my hand across the dark stubble that had formed along my narrow chin.

I definitely didn’t consider myself ugly; I thought I was a decent-looking guy, but it’s been two years since I’ve had a girlfriend and several months since I’ve been laid. With a deep sigh, I showered.

My night followed the normal routine: shower, dinner, TV, then bed. I was actually in bed when my phone went off. It was my older sister by two years.

“Hello, Nicholas!” her voice said cheerfully. I sighed deeply. My birth name is Nicholas, but I’ve never used it apart from official documentation. I have always gone by Nick whenever I can.

“Hello, Elizabeth!” I replied, knowing it would annoy her. Her given name was Elizabeth, but she always went by Lizzy. We both could have legally changed our names, but neither of us would do that to our mother.

“Okay, okay, touché!” she said. “Anyway, what are you doing this weekend?” she asked, almost frantically.

“Eh, nothing probably. Why?” I replied, lying on my bed and staring at the ceiling. I don’t know why she even asked; I barely have plans for the weekend. I’ve tried to go out on dates before, but after a bad run, I gave up.

“Perfect! My friend Catherine…”

“Nope, no way!” I said, cutting her off. I knew exactly where she was going with this, and I wasn’t going on another blind date with one of my sister's "friends." I should clarify: the blind dates with her friends before have turned out to be girls my sister met at the hairdressers, the supermarket, or on the train. They aren’t really friends.

“What? You don’t even know what I was going to say!” she said defensively.

“I do. You were going to say that your friend—insert name—is recently single and that you think we would make a great match. She’s funny, smart, and good-looking. Insert description... oh, she’s blah-blah years old as well.” I rambled off the speech I’d heard a dozen times.

“Well… her name is Catherine. She’s been single a while; her ex-boyfriend moved away or something. She actually is funny and smart, a very pretty blonde girl. She’s got a large chest like I know you like, and she’s only a year younger than you! What’s the big deal?” Again, she sounded offended.

“Because every blind date you set me up on, you fail to mention their red flags,” I told her.

“Red flags? Name one!” she scoffed.

“Okay… Violet was never off her phone, Natasha was a racist, Braelynn was a stuck-up bitch, and don’t even get me started on Tatiana!” I said, rattling off names.

“What was wrong with Tatiana? She was a lovely girl!” Lizzy asked.

“Lovely? She was a fucking psycho! She threatened to rip the waiter's balls off for bringing over a vodka Coke instead of a JD and Coke.” It was actually quite scary, and that was just a simple mistake with a drink.

“Well, if he got it wrong…” Lizzy tried to defend her.

“Lizzy! She literally threatened him with a knife.”

“Okay, okay, so some weren’t great, but Catherine is different!” she said. I sighed deeply and weighed my options. Have a date with a stranger or spend the weekend alone.

“Fine…” I conceded.

“Yeah? You will?” she asked excitedly.

“Yesss. I mean, I don’t have anything better to do anyway.”

“Exactly! Okay, perfect. I’ll text her and send you the details. How does seven on Saturday sound?”

“Yeah, okay. Where?” I asked.

“The Olive Grove?” she suggested. I nodded silently; I’ve been there before and it is a good place for a first date. Classy and nice, but not overly expensive.

“Okay, yeah, go for that. I’ll make a reservation,” I told her. Lizzy and I spoke for about another ten minutes before we hung up and I went to sleep.

———

“I’ve already been here an hour, Nick,” that dull voice said as I passed Jerry, who sipped his mug of coffee like it was a victory. I just ignored him and went into my cubicle, taking a deep breath as I pressed the power button.

“Good morning, Nick.” A pleasant voice said from behind me. The voice belonged to a tall, slim, black-haired girl called Stephanie. She was a sort of secretary-cum-admin for the floor. She was very pretty and fairly pleasant, but her presence this early was never good.

“Morning, Stephanie,” I replied out of politeness.

“These are the reports that need to be completed by the end of play today,” she said as she placed a pile of files onto my desk. I closed my eyes and sighed silently as I looked at the stack. I was in for one long hell of a day.

“Thank you, Stephanie,” I replied, trying not to sound pissed off. It wasn’t her fault; she was just the messenger.

“Oh, and Mr. Holcomb wants to see you in his office,” she said with a slightly downcast tone. Being called into the boss’s office this early was never good, especially on a Friday.

“Just now?” I prayed for later.

“Mhmm,” she hummed and then left.

“Great,” I muttered to myself as I slowly got up. I did my best to ignore Jerry, who was tsking and shaking his head.

“Fucking Jerry,” I hissed quietly as I headed to the far end of the office. Mr. Holcomb’s office took up one whole side. It was way bigger than it needed to be, but in fairness, he needed a big office to fit his ego. I took a deep breath before knocking on his door.

“Come in,” I heard his gruff voice call back. As I entered, he was standing by the large bay window drinking coffee. He was dressed in his usual tailored suit. Mr. James Holcomb was a small, plump man with a bald head, a round belly, and an aged look on his face. He was in his sixties but could easily pass for seventy.

“Hello, Nicholas. Come in and have a seat.” I gritted my teeth like I always did when he used my given name and walked toward his desk, taking a seat. Even the seats were excessive.

“Lovely day, isn’t it?” he said, admiring the view.

“Yeah, it is,” I agreed simply.

“Mmm,” he hummed as he took a drink of coffee and took a seat in his large leather chair. “Tell me, Nicholas, how long have you been working for me?” He knew the answer; he made it his job to know everything.

“A few years or so… sir,” I added at the end. I wasn’t this man’s biggest fan, but my father always instilled respect in me. There was a small element of fear as well. He wasn't unknown to fly off the handle, and a couple of people had been fired as a result. So, it was easier to just show him the respect he wanted.

“Mmmmm yes. I remember when you first started; you had such drive, such enthusiasm.” He tutted. “Now… now not so much. I mean, I put great faith in you. Thought you would go all the way to the top, but you just don’t have that in you anymore. You don’t have that thrive like Jerry does.”

I winced at the mention of his name. Jerry was a fucking kiss-ass anyway. There was no way he would go anywhere; he did too much for Mr. Holcomb. I did have enthusiasm when I started, but when every day turns into the same and you start experiencing Groundhog Day, it’s hard not to feel complacent. I had been putting in effort, but admittedly my productivity had dipped. The only reason I hadn’t quit was because it paid well and, to be honest, I needed this job.

“I can only apologize, sir. I just like to get my work done and keep my head down,” I told him. I just wanted to do enough that he had no grounds to fire me.

“That can be a dangerous attitude, Nicholas. I want to see that drive, that enthusiasm back in you.” He punched his hand to emphasize each point. “Can you do that for me?”

I took a deep sigh before replying. “Yes, sir, I will do my best.”

“Good lad! Keep up the good work,” he said, waving his hand to dismiss me. I nodded my thanks and left the room.

It was indeed a hard-ass, ball-aching day. I kept my head down and did my best to fire through the reports while not letting standards slip.

“Mr. Holcomb finally talk sense into you?” Jerry jeered as he stood outside my cubicle.

“Told me I had to pick up your slack!” I replied, not turning to look at him.

“Ha!” he barked. “My slack? Yeah right, I’m the best there is in this department.”

“Then why haven’t you been promoted yet?” I shot back. I grinned at his initial silence.

“Eh well, Mr. Holcomb needs me and, unlike you, I don’t want to let him down,” he finally said.

“Oh, I see. Maybe that’s why he offered me the senior position, then,” I lied.

“He what?” I almost let out a laugh at his sudden outburst. “There’s no way! That’s not true! You’re lying!”

“Why would I lie?” I teased him.

“No, no, that’s my position! You’re lying! Fuck you!” he spat as I heard him storm off.

“Okay, that was worth it,” I chuckled to myself. The smile quickly faded as I waded back into the work.

By the time I finished and drove home, I had a quick bite to eat, showered, and went to bed. Sleep quickly consumed me.

My sister texted me several times the next day to make sure I wouldn’t bail on Catherine. I promised I wouldn’t. Even as much as it might be hell, I would never do that.

Seven o'clock came and I was standing outside ‘The Olive Grove’ waiting for this blind date. I was wearing a fitted, slim white shirt with black chinos and smart shoes. Five minutes went by, then ten; still no sign of Catherine. It was close to fifteen minutes when she finally appeared.

She wore a very tight-fitting, deep red tube dress that had a side split down to her thigh. She hugged a small clutch bag that was black like her heels. Her blonde hair was styled down the right side of her face and she had quite a bit of makeup on—maybe too much.

“I’m so sorry I’m late!” she said with a little skip to hurry herself up. “Are you Nick?”

“Yeah, that’s me. And don’t worry… you look wonderful,” I replied as I leaned in and kissed her cheek. She didn’t immediately recoil and smiled back at me.

“Why, thank you. Looking very sharp yourself,” she said, giving me the once-over.

“I appreciate that. Shall we?” I offered my hand toward the entrance and guided her in. So far so good, I thought to myself. She was very attractive, so good on Lizzy for that.

We were escorted to our table by the waiter and ordered some water. We engaged in some small talk, and to be fair, she did actually seem like a nice girl. After all the other dates set up by my sister, I was waiting for the red flag, but so far it wasn't obvious.

We actually had a lovely dinner and shared a bottle of wine—or two. I dare say there was some flirting as well. The gentleman I am, I paid for dinner and we walked outside.

“Shall we go to a bar or a nightclub?” she offered as she swayed a little. I caught her by the arm and steadied her.

“Yeah, there’s a bar just down the street.” I was having a good time with her and didn’t want the night to end—unless, of course, it was at my place or hers.

We walked down the street and into the bar. It was busy, as expected for a Saturday night. We found a little space and I got us some drinks.

It had been an hour since we'd been there and I had paid for all the drinks—not that I really cared until I came back to where I had left her. I looked around and couldn’t see her at first. Then I did. She was away talking to another guy. Well, when I say talking, she was actually making out with him. My heart sank; I had been played for a fucking fool. What a joke I was.

“Fucking Lizzy!” I cursed as I turned back to the bar.

“Double scotch, neat,” I said to the bartender. As soon as it was placed down, I downed it.

“Oh wow, rough night?” a voice said from beside me.

“You could say that.” I winced slightly at the burning sensation in my throat before turning to face who spoke to me. She was a stunning girl with loose-styled brown hair and big brown eyes. I can’t lie; my eyes trailed down to her impressive chest, which her dress made look like airbags.

She caught me looking and grinned. “Why don’t you buy me a drink?”

I took one glance across at Catherine again and knew that ship had sailed. “Yeah, sure. What can I get you?”

“I’ll take a Pornstar Martini, please,” she said with a gorgeous smile.

“Fuck it… two Pornstars, please,” I said to the bartender.

“So, what brings you here?” she asked, moving a little closer to me. God, this girl was hot, but she looked young. But she had to be at least twenty-one to be in here, right?

“Well…” I turned and pointed at my date. “That was my blind date my sister set me up with. Dined her, and yeah…”

“What a bitch!” she said quite harshly, like it genuinely bothered her. “You took her to dinner and then she ditched you for another guy?”

“Pretty much,” I said with a shrug as I turned back to pay for the drinks.

“That’s actually so awful!” she said. “Come here!” She pulled at my shirt toward her. Moments later, we were sharing a kiss, her tongue eagerly and quickly lashing against mine before she pulled back.

“At least your night isn’t a total disaster, then!” she smirked as she raised her glass.

“No, now it’s looking a lot better.” I grinned back as I took a drink.

“I’m Sydney, by the way…” she said, extending her hand. I took her soft hand and gave it a gentle shake.

“Well, pleasure to meet you, Sydney. I’m Nick.” Her hand lingered a little longer than would be normal, but it wasn't unwanted. I took the chance to gaze more at her ample cleavage. I didn’t even make it sly.

“So what brings a beautiful girl like you here? Not alone, are you?” I asked, bringing my eyes back to hers. She gave me a knowing, mischievous smile.

“No, no, out with some friends, but I can’t lie—you caught my eye. Even when you were with your date.” She edged closer to me, her leg reaching out and rubbing against mine. The contact sent an instant jolt through me.

“Oh really? Just waiting to pounce, were we?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Mhmm, something like that.” Her fingers traced up my hand and rested on my arm.

“Want to go back to my place?” I boldly asked.

“Absolutely,” she grinned, and we hurriedly left the bar. Catherine was a completely forgotten memory as I escaped with this stunning beauty. I quickly hailed a cab and gave the driver my address. The trip there was a complete blur as we basically made out the whole way, our hands desperate and needy.

“Mmm, nice place,” she said as we entered my apartment. She tossed her small bag to the side as she beckoned me toward her. Like a good, obedient puppy, I moved right for her.

“Take me to your room!” she ordered with a hint of pleading. I answered by pulling her into my room. As soon as we entered, our lips locked in a hungry, eager kiss. Her hands moved with surprising expertise as she unbuttoned my shirt and undid my belt, my pants falling to the floor. I searched for the zip of her dress and, with her help, her tight dress joined my clothes on the floor.

“Keep the heels on,” I said confidently.

“Mmm, got a thing for feet, have you?” she said coyly.

“It’s just something about fucking a girl in heels that really turns me on,” I admitted.

“Mmm, okay baby, I can feel how turned on you are!” she said as her hand slipped down and snaked its way into my boxers, her soft, delicate hand taking hold of my raging erection. “Fuck, it feels thick,” she gasped as she looked down. I hooked my fingers into my boxers and pulled them down.

“Oh shit, baby,” she gasped again, biting her lip. “That’s a nice cock!” She looked at me and grinned as she sank down. Her hand still firmly held my cock as I felt her soft, luscious lips press against the head.

“Fuck,” I breathed out as she planted more kisses on it before her tongue licked the underside. It twitched under her attention, and I felt the head leak some pre-cum. My cock twitched again as her tongue licked it up. I heard her moan in delight, and I matched her moan with my own as her mouth wrapped around the head.

“Oh shit,” I groaned as her lips tightened. Her mouth began to welcome more of me. I felt the head of my cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged, but kept at it. She tried to push herself a little more, but with a bigger gag followed by a cough, she pulled away, gasping.

“Ughhh, I’m not used to a cock this big,” she said out loud, still looking at it. Her hand wrapped around the bottom of my shaft. My ego swelled at the compliment.

“Try again,” I told her, my dominant side creeping in.

“Okay,” she said quietly as she took me in her mouth again. She slid her lips down and again gagged as I hit the back of her throat, but she held on longer this time before pulling away. I didn’t have the chance to say anything before she tried again. This time she took more of me and held it even longer.

“Good girl,” I groaned as she now began to suck with more vigor. Not so much going for full depth, but maximum pleasure. She was on her knees before me, head bobbing.

“Mmm, keep going. You’re a good little cocksucker.” It was true; she was happily and eagerly sucking me off with zero complaints from either of us. She had one hand firmly placed at the base as her other hand rested on my thigh.

“Fuck,” I moaned as she kept up a fast, steady motion. Her head bobbed back and forth as she hummed in satisfaction. She sucked me for some time before pulling off with a deep gasp.

“Your cock is so delicious, Daddy!” she said almost breathlessly. “But this little whore needs fucked!”

Hello, I thought to myself. I’ve managed to bag myself a hot-as-fuck little slut and I’m going to fuck her raw now. I pulled her up and forced her against my bed. She flew forward and braced herself with her hands as she automatically stuck her ass out. With a growl, I pulled at her panties and tugged them down to her thighs. I didn't wait any longer as I stepped behind her.

“Oh fuck, Daddy, be gentle with her,” she turned her head, pleading with me.

“Don’t worry, Daddy will take good care of his little whore,” I told her. She bit her lip as her head hung down in anticipation.

“Uughhhhhhh,” she gasped loudly as my hard cock invaded her sweet little pussy. “Ohh fucckkkkk, it’s so big!” I grinned widely as I took hold of her shapely hips and started to fuck her. I was horny and eager, so I didn't start slow. I slammed into her repeatedly as she cried out in pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Daddy, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!” She had quite the dirty mouth on her, and I was all for it. It just spurred me on as I slammed into her harder and harder. She was quite the little whore as she held herself steady, forcing herself back into me. The room filled with the sounds of her cries and the slapping sound of our bodies colliding.

“Harder, Daddy! Tear my little pussy; she’s been bad!” she cried out. I felt like my cock swelled even more inside her. I grunted more as I thrusted harder, the wet sound of her pussy joining the noisy session.

I held onto her hips as best I could as we fucked, my hips moving in a piston motion as I tried to drive as deep as I could.

“Daddy….” she breathed. “I want you to throw me on the bed, pin me down, fuck me… fuck me like no tomorrow.” Her voice had that needy, pleading tone. I was all too happy to oblige.

I tucked my arms around her midriff and lifted her up. With a giggle, she landed on the bed and lay flat; I was on top of her in an instant.

“Stick it back in, Daddy. Fuck me, fuck this little whore, make her cum!” she called out, desperate to be fucked again. I obliged as I climbed on top and sank back into her.

“Oh fuck yes….” she hissed. “Make me cum, Daddy. Make me cream all over that big hard cock!” I was absolutely loving the foul mouth on this girl. With my full body weight behind me, I started to slam into her again. With the bed underneath her, she had nowhere to go, so I sank deeper.

“Uh, fuck yes, that’s it! Harder, Daddy! Harder!” she cried out. I growled louder as I began to bounce against her, stretching her inner sanctum.

“Shit, yes, there! Keep going, keep going!” she called out, her breathing becoming a lot more ragged as her orgasm approached. This only spurred me on more. My hips were at maximum effort, and I was rewarded soon after as I felt her body tense up beneath me.

“Daddy, I’m there, I’m there… I’m cumming….. aahhhhhhh!” she screamed as her face sank into the mattress. Her pussy flooded my cock with juices and tightened even more. It was exactly the right sensation. Only several more pumps and I was cumming myself. There was no amount of force that could pull me away. With one final thrust, I emptied my sack, creampieing her.

“Ohh fucckkkk,” I grunted as my hips spasmed and my cock throbbed deep inside her, painting her inner walls with my cum. I heard her squeal into the mattress as she took the load. She made no effort to complain or move as she welcomed my seed.

After a couple more gentle thrusts, I pulled myself from her and collapsed onto the bed next to her.

“Holy shit,” she groaned as she lay on the side of her head, panting slightly. “That was fucking amazing.”

“I’ve not had a good fuck like that in ages,” I admitted as I too tried to slow my breathing.

“Mmm, I knew you’d be a good fuck,” she told me as she now lay on her side, looking at me.

“Is that right, huh? Glad you have a good eye,” I chuckled. She giggled, her breasts still firmly nestled in her black bra.

I wasn't aware of it, but I must have fallen asleep right away. I sprang awake some time later, still lying on my back, my cock exposed but now deflated. My head throbbed with the after-effects of the alcohol. I looked around to find I was alone. I sat up slowly and surveyed the room; there was no trace of the girl. I sank back down onto the bed and embraced the memory of the night for what it was.