I had my eye on my sexy boss Niko* the entire six months I worked for him—like, from day one when he complimented my sparkly magenta boots and I realized, Oh, these boots are made for fuckin’. He was tall, dark, handsome, tatted, and spoke more than one language, making him my perfect, distractingly hot office crush. The only issue was that we worked on a very small team together—which included an ex of mine (lol, my life). So hoping to avoid any legal missteps or workplace drama, I fought off my urges to fuck Niko, like, ahem, a good girl.
When our gig together wrapped up (it was a creative project with a set end date), I was sad I wouldn’t see Niko’s handsome face daily anymore but hopeful to see much more than that. As soon—and I mean as soon—as my final paycheck cleared into my bank account, I broke the seal:
“Sooo, I deposited my last check and you’re officially not my boss anymore…wanna play truth or dare?” I texted, my heart racing. I had a feeling Niko was into me but no official evidence…yet.
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“Oh, really! Truth then lol,” he responded later that night (after several notification dings throughout the day that were annoyingly not him).
“Have you ever thought about me outside the bounds of work?” I asked, which obviously meant: “Have you ever thought about fucking me?”
“…” I watched the pulsating ellipses in sheer suspense, imagining how intense this was for him and feeling in my sweaty palms and unshakable grin how intense this was for me.
“Only since I first laid eyes on you 😎,” he answered. Ahh! I was screaming inside (and quietly squealing outside so my roommates down the hall couldn’t hear). It was so damn gratifying to know this lust was a two-way street. “Your turn. Truth or dare?”
My double Scorpio-ness gave me no choice but to ask for a dare, and Niko did not disappoint in playing along.
“I dare you to show me what’s underneath your outfit right now,” he challenged me, making my pussy throb in unison with my pounding heart.
“Mmm, gladly,” I replied, feigning calm, cool collectedness. “I mean…you’ve seen me pantsless before, right? 😈” I teased, referring to the time he’d accidentally walked in on me changing at work. (Note to self: Remember to lock the unisex bathroom door next time.)
“LMAO! I’ve thought about that moment so much since it happened. You made it really hard for me to focus that day.” And then a double text: “Well, you made it hard for me a lot of days.”
This is so fucking fun! I thought, moving my phone to the perfect low-angle, ass-enhancing shot. I had a pink lace thong and a rather plain white bralette on under my outfit. I considered upgrading to a hot lingerie set before snapping the pic, but it felt sexier to be real and show him what I was truly donning for the dare.
“Glad to hear I made it hard. 😉 Hope that happens again…” And boom, just like that, I had officially shown my cheeks to the guy who’d cut my checks.
He responded with compliments and a “!!” on my ass pic (which felt almost like a spank IRL), and we stayed up all night sexting, recounting moments we’d shared over office lunches—the glances and flirtations that could never be confirmed as “real” until now.
Eventually, when our Tetris-like schedules finally aligned, Niko picked me up from my new job in his cool car and swept me off to a bougie-ish members-only club he belonged to. I felt carefree and aroused—like all eyes were on us, and there was no HR department or exes to worry about now. The lingering looks from other patrons, the extra-generous pours on our cocktails—are they imagining Niko and I fucking? I wondered. Are they picturing how good our sex together might be?
I could barely wait to find out for myself. And speaking of bare: I’d asked Niko to get tested for STIs before our date and he’d oh-so-willingly obliged (duh), sending me pics of his post-test Band-Aid and all-clear results with his name on them (swoon). Now I was just a cool car ride away from some hot, safe raw cock.
Niko had a stunning one-bedroom in a pricey L.A. neighborhood, complete with neon Bernie Sanders art, ritzy towels in the kitchen, and a light-blue electric guitar next to the leather couch. Well, this works for me, I thought, laughing inside that I used to work for him.
“Sit down,” he commanded, seamlessly making the switch from boss to dom.
“Yes, Daddy,” I said softly, testing out how he’d respond to that title.
“Good girl.”
He likes it!
I knew I should stay still and await instruction, so I sat and watched as Daddy stripped off his leather jacket and T-shirt, revealing his tattoo-covered torso as he stood before me wearing only his jeans. My breathing got heavy as I looked up at him, uncertain of what move he’d make next but fully enjoying my transition from subordinate to submissive. In one smooth motion, he got on his knees in front of me, placed his hands on my thighs, and pushed my legs wide open.
“Are you gonna keep being good for Daddy?” he asked with his lips almost touching mine.
I had waited nearly a year from day one of the job to day one of whatever this was and my anticipation was about to bubble over. I bit my lip, giving the babiest of nods “yes,” and with that, he finally kissed me. Oh, boy, did he kiss me—just the right amount of tongue, lip nibbles in perfect increments, and chemistry that would win first place at the science fair. Our sexual compatibility was undeniable. As he kept me where he wanted, exploring my mouth with his, I reached forward to touch the arms I’d stared at through so many meetings before. They felt every bit as good as they looked.
I was lost in rapture when, suddenly, Niko pulled back. Huh? What’s happening here? I questioned while staying obedient, watching and waiting for Daddy to decide what to do with me. Then something happened that I play on repeat in my spank bank to this day: Keeping eye contact with me the whole time, he reached up my dress and grabbed ahold of my pussy, cupping my warm, soft mound and stroking my clit with his thumb until my wetness soaked through to my panties.
I was breathless, completely beholden to my boss turned daddy as he slipped my wet panties off, leaving me bare under my flowery dress—totally exposed to the man whose name was on my W-2 and totally aroused by that fact. I spread my legs even wider apart, compelled to show off every inch of my pussy to this man. Something inside me was saying: Give it up to him; he’s in charge…you need to show Daddy what he gets to have tonight.
“Oh, good girl,” he muttered under his breath, diving headfirst between my thighs.
My eyes rolled back in my head and I grabbed behind his neck, holding on to Daddy for dear life as he tongued and sucked all my sweet spots. He was dangerously close to sending me across the climax bridge, but I didn’t want to go (or cum) without him.
“Wait, wait, wait!” I shouted between orgasmic gasps for air. “I want you!” I whined.
“You want Daddy?” He teased. “Raw?”
“Yes, pleeease, Daddy!”
“Fine. Crawl to the bed.”
I mentally marked the last thing he said with the same “!!” he’d given my ass pic and got on my knees. As I scooted my dress down, he interrupted me.
“Ah, ah, ah, what do you think you’re doing?” he asked, pulling my dress back up and over my head so I was fully naked.
As I crawled on all fours towards his all-white bed, I heard Daddy unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants behind me, giving me butterflies the size of birds. I didn’t dare turn around to look at him, but I was dying to see what was under his outfit.
When I made it onto the mattress, I felt his hands around both of my ankles. He gave a quick tug and instantly I was flat on my belly, prone and pining for a bare cock to take me from behind.
“Turn over,” he instructed, then kneeled above my face with his beautifully swollen, uncircumcised cock.
Without words, I opened my mouth wide, giving him baby-doll eyes and an outstretched tongue. He stuck his shaft in and I closed my lips around him, making a most satisfactory moan at the delicious meal I was consuming.
After sucking him to near completion, Daddy scooped me up and flipped me onto my belly. Oh goodie, my favorite position. And at long last, he shoved his hard cock where it belonged: deep inside my pussy with nothing in between. As I circled my clit up front, Daddy took me from behind, giving me pound after pound of ecstasy-inducing thrusts.
We were synced, both teetering on the edge of oblivion when he reached a hand around my face, covering my mouth and muffling my moans. I knew just what to do: I sucked until he rewarded me with one of his fingers, so that two of my three holes were satisfyingly filled.
“I’m about to cum!” He warned, “I’m gonna put it all over your ass, okay, good girl?”
I screamed past the digit in my mouth, “Yes!”
I let out another deep groan, signaling to him I was about to cum too. In response, his thrusting quickened, hitting deeper and faster inside me until all was lost and we leaped together. A sea of black with flashes of light consumed me as my pussy fired off bursts of electricity. I was soaring through the ether with him, outside of time and space, mind-blowingly blissed as we left the world behind in sweet surrender. When I returned to this realm, my backside was wet with his cum and Niko was lovingly petting my head, lying next to me in a postcoital glow.
As the years went on, Niko and I made several more trips to Tryst Town. One of my favorites was a park date where I flashed him my pussy and he actually fell over in the grass! In the end, we weren’t as compatible in the streets as we were in the sheets, but we remain close, flirty friends to this day. And I remain unable to look at LinkedIn without blushing.
*Name has been changed.
GG Sauvage is a writer and all-around artist on a mission to f*ck shame away and empower people with self-love. She designed The Sexiest Deck Alive: Erotic Oracle Cards to Turn You On & Help You Turn the Corner, co-hosts the Basic Witches podcast, and wrote the audio drama Sex and the Synchronicity. See her work at Refinery29, Vogue Italia, Vulture, CollegeHumor, and WhoHaHa, and check out her website for more!