The Boss’s Daughter

Isak

Waking up in the morning is definitely getting easier than when I was first relieved of military duty. I almost forgot for a whole ten seconds that half of my right leg was gone. I stared up at the ceiling as I focused on waking up. Since I was recently released from the VA’s recovery wing with my new leg I’d been crashing on my buddy Jonah’s couch while I looked for a new job and an apartment of my own in the city.

When I finally willed myself to get up for the day I strapped my leg on and looked to the clock on the wall. 6:53 I read from the hour hand nearly reaching the numeral VII and the minute hand halfway between XI and XII.

I felt a twinge in my bladder urging me to the tedious task of my morning piss when I looked down and saw the tent that was formed in my shorts I knew that would prove to be extra challenging this morning.

As I made my way down the short hall into the bathroom I bumped into Jonah who was coming out at the same time I was walking up.

“At ease private.” Jonah joked as he glanced down and caught a glimpse of my raging b***r he added, “look man when I said you could pay me back one day for letting you sleep on my couch this isn’t exactly the repayment I was looking for.” He laughed and smirked as he slipped past me, making his way into the kitchen, grabbing a protein shake and a water from the fridge.

“Who said anything about paying any favors to you. Maybe I wanted a true bleeding red, white, and blue welcome home honey with you on your knees saluting your favorite soldier. Giving me just another thing to have to repay you for.” I had returned as I turned towards him to see him choke on his cinnamon roll flavored shake, grabbing onto the bar for support.

“You wish I was down on my knees for you. I bet imagining that is what gave you that hard on in the first place.” He snorted.

Before he could add anything else I slipped into the bathroom hearing the click of

the door to know it was fully shut.

He was right kind of. If I was into men, Jonah Byers definitely wouldn’t be bad company. He’s a decently fine looking guy. He’s tall with a muscular build. The female officers back where we were stationed used to go crazy over his striking blue eyes and dangerous smile. Not to mention his outgoing personality that makes it super easy for him to talk to anyone with ease. I once saw him carry on a thirty minute conversation with a senior officer about the current rankings in Women’s College Basketball, and when the guy walked away he said he doesn’t even like basketball.

As I stand over the toilet waiting to relieve myself I’m reminded of Jonah’s framed parody poster of shirtless Uncle Sam with just a top hat and tie, pointing at me, with a caption that says, “I want you big boy”. I let out a small chuckle out at the thought of me something good out of the government f*****g me and using my body.

I feel a twinge of release from my raging member as hot liquid makes its way into the bowl in three different streams. As any man can tell you it’s always an interesting experience trying to pee with a b***r. As I finish and clean up any mess that may have occurred from my unfortunate circumstances. I grabbed my toothbrush and began to brush before turning the nozzle to get the shower running up to temp.

I reached for my phone in my pocket and saw that I had just received a text from Jonah.

Meet me at the café across the street in 30. And wash your hands;)

I loved the thought of him still thinking about me even now. But if I was going to take care of this problem I had to stop thinking about Jonah and focus on someone else. After responding to his text with a thumbs up I closed out of my messages and opened my private browser. When I did I noticed I forgot to close out of my last tab, Only Fans. I know it’s a filthy site for men with filthy habits. But what can I say. A man’s gotta eat.

I scroll through my subscriptions until my eyes land on my favorite. I don’t know who she is because she never shows her face, but I know if I had this girl in my arms there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to or for her. She sits in a chair with the camera showing mid torso down, in a lacy, tight tank top and tries on different stockings, sandals, and heels in cut off denim shorts. For extra she’ll take off those shorts to reveal what thong she has underneath.

As I click on a video I step into the shower and slip my phone into the waterproof case and wall mount. I let out a deep sigh as I firmly grab my enraged c**k into my fist, letting the video play out.

The video begins with the girl walking into frame wearing a bit of an edgier look today. As she walks in from the side I can only see from halfway up her black, cut off shorts down. She has fishnet stockings that stop about an inch before they meet her shorts and black, platform heels. My god how I wish I could tear it all off with my teeth.

When she gets to the chair she does something a little different. She sits with her back to the camera, legs spread around the back of the chair. She extends her left leg pointing her toe towards the side and she bends down to touch her toes, not letting me see her face or front, but exposing her back to reveal she’s not wearing and shirt or bra. She does the same on the right side before returning to center and leaning her head back to stare at the ceiling. Giving me a chance to take in and admire her long, wavy, blonde locks from behind. I imagine my fist tangled in them as my full member rams into her from behind.

As the girl stands from the chair she bends over it to fully expose her perfectly rounded ass. I would seriously eat through the denim and rhinestones on the back pockets to get to those perfect, bare cheeks, but much to my pleasure, I didn’t have to. She slid the shorts down her legs, past the fishnets, and kicked them off perfectly over her heels off camera. The strip of white I saw between her cheeks told me I was about to be in for a treat when she turned around. As my hand races up and down my throbbing c**k I know when I see it I’m done for.

As she finally and slowly turns around I see the girl framing the front of her crotch with her hands. I couldn’t help but explode with relief as that imagined burned into the back of my mind. Cupping the sexy white lace thong on the edges I can see little dark pubic hairs starting to come out and curl around the material. I’ve never cared for a smooth shaved woman. It’s just too childish and gross. A real woman has some slight hair. Nothing crazy. It has to be neat, clean, and shaved down. But when it starts to grow just a little bit and curl around some panties like this that’s when I really lose my mind.

As I come down from from my climax, gripping the wall for support I look back at the video one more time to see the girl. She’s sitting spread eagle with her hands on her knees leaning forward so her hair covered breasts are in the frame. You can’t see her n*****s with her hair in the way, but it’s still a marvelous sight. Before I can get myself worked back up again I tell my phone to switch to playing music so I can focus on getting cleaned up to meet Jonah downstairs.

When I walk into the café I see Jonah’s already sitting at a table by the door with two coffees and two breakfast sandwiches.

“They have a special on two sausage, egg, and cheese bagels on Mondays and I got one of the coffees free with my rewards points. Man am I saving money today or what.” It’s no wonder Jonah knew the specials and had so many points saved up. In the week I’ve been staying with him, getting acquainted with the city and looking for job and apartment listings, I’ve seen him with a drink and/or pastry from here just about everyday if not multiple times.

“So you know that security gig I worked this weekend for that tech guy?” I was vaguely aware of the security gig he worked. During the day Jonah’s main job is a remote cybersecurity job for some tech company. A lot of guys do it when they get back from serving. It’s a way to protect and serve the people without being in any physical danger like we risked and I endured. I’m looking to get into it myself since I hear it’s decent money and benefits, but there’s not any classes at the moment so in the mean time I’m keeping my options open in the job department.

“Yeah kinda. Don’t you play bouncer for rich, fancy nonsense?”

He laughed at my comment. “Kind of. I do general armed security for social events for Klaus Neumann. He’s the same guy that runs the company I do cybersecurity.” I could see a slight pain in his eye when he mentioned his boss. But as quickly as it was there it was gone. “I was talking to some of the guys at the event the other night and they mentioned the head of security is looking for a new guy to come on full time. I mentioned you were looking for a new gig so I had them send me the application details and check it out.” He said as he turned his phone to face me showing a text from his friend at the company.

Just have your friend come down to the house today at noon. Have him ask for Taylor

I read the text and looked back at Jonah stunned. I was truly tempted to take back what I said earlier about not paying any favors to him and just getting down on my knees for him here in the restaurant.

“Look man if you really don’t want the job you don’t have to g-“

“No it’s great thanks man. But you didn’t have to do that.”

“No I really did. I know I said stay as long as you need to, but it’s only been a week and I already miss eating cereal in my underwear on the couch.” I laughed until I really thought about it.

“Hey do at least have underwear on sitting there eating cereal right?” He just smirked at me and took a sip of his coffee.

“Most of the time.” He said between sips.

I seriously considered going back across the street and up to take another shower before he added, “hey I got my first call meeting here in fifteen minutes. I’m gonna go get cleaned up before that and I’ll text you the address for your interview. Let me know how it goes.”

Through the window I saw him run across the street with his coffee still in his hand and slip through the door of his building. As I got up to throw my trash away I bumped into a girl with her friends who were walking in to place an order. She ran straight into my chest and when she backed away to apologize I looked down into to most intoxicating sea of blue eyes I’d ever seen.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going and I stepped really hard on your foot and-“

“Hey you’re okay. I’m fine. I had a helicopter step on that foot before. Now anyone else doesn’t hurt.” I lifted my jeans to show off the new faux leg I’ve been working to get used to and I could see her go from worried to mildly curious.

“Whoa so you really lost your leg in a helicopter crash?” I could see her friends’ worry over her being so forward with someone she doesn’t even know in my condition.

I just laughed and replied, “yeah but you should really see the other guy. The whole damn things busted to bits.”

When she laughed back it sounded like sweet music even over all the noise of the busy café. Before she could say anything else her friends were calling her over so she could put in her order and we took that as a sign to part ways. She walked up to her friends to place her order and as I walked out to door I looked back to take her in one more time. As I took in the image of her figure something about it seemed familiar. The way her shapely, toned legs ran up to meet her round, perfect ass. Those black cut off shorts with the rhinestones on the back pockets that cup her cheeks right. It was the girl from the video. The one with the white lace thong.

My c**k throbbed at the thought of it. I can’t believe I just bumped into her in person. What are the chances? I definitely can’t go back and talk to her now after knowing this. That’ll just seem creepy. With that thought I just shook it off and made my way back across the street to my friend’s apartment and tried to get my head screwed on for my interview in just a couple hours.