Daddy's Bossy Friend

by Charlize Starr

  I gazed down at his boxers, while he looked at my pussy. I could see the bulge where his cock was and I could feel my mouth salivating.

  “Take off your t-shirt, Virginia,” he said gruffly and I did what I was told. I didn’t take my eyes off him while my t-shirt came off, and my heart thudded in my chest while Carl pulled down his boxers.

  We were both naked now, and he was standing in front of me, with his fully erect throbbing cock, for my eyes only.

  I could feel my eyes widening as I gaped at the thick cock hanging between his muscular thighs. It was big . . . .so big! How was it going to fit inside me? It seemed insane, and yet it seemed like my pussy knew exactly what it wanted. I could feel the anxious throb between my legs, the wetness. Even though it seemed impossible to me, my body seemed to be ready for him.

  Carl stroked himself. I watched as the muscles on his arms clenched as he held his cock and stroked. He was looking into my eyes, at my breasts, and then his gaze traveled to my pussy. He was standing over me, and his cock was in his hands and I felt a tightening in my belly.

  “Virginia, you are so beautiful,” I heard him murmur. He had said it more to himself than to me, and it sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t imagine being beautiful to a man like him, a man who could have any woman he wanted. Why would he want a silly inexperienced girl like me?

  Carl took a step towards me and I bit down on my lip. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do or how I was supposed to feel. His hands reached out and pulled me by my waist towards him and I was suddenly very shy of my body. He had said I was beautiful, but what if he was lying? What if he didn’t like what he saw?

  His hands traveled down from my hips to the spot between my legs. He was pushing my thighs aside so he could touch my throbbing wet pussy.

  “You are ready for me,” he stated, and his fingers slipped just an inch within my folds. I shuddered and moved my hips. Even though he had been in my pussy before, I was still shy. I was still new to this. I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock.

  “I’m going to take it slow, but I want you to tell me if I’m hurting you,” he said in a deep gruff voice. I could see that he was trying to control himself. Had he ever taken someone’s virginity before?

  Carl grabbed his cock with one hand again, and half my body was hanging off the couch. With his other hand on my clit, he started rubbing it. That same feeling of bursting sensations washed over me. He knew exactly where to touch me to set me off. His finger on my clit had an explosive effect on me. Suddenly, I wanted nothing more than his cock to be inside me. His big bulging cock that I knew would not fit inside me.

  He was drawing himself closer, inch by inch, until I felt the tip of his cock graze the folds of my pussy. I gasped and moved my hips. I couldn’t believe how desperately my body wanted it.

  I looked up at him. Carl was staring directly into my eyes, paying attention to my reaction. The head of his cock slipped in.

  I moaned and gasped. His cock felt thick and big inside me, even though he had barely put it in. I reached forward and placed my hands on his strong, hard chest.

  “It’s okay, just breathe, Virginia,” I heard him say, and then he grunted, while he pushed his cock further in. I gasped again and a low purr escaped my lips. His cock was barely an inch inside me, and already it felt like he had filled me up. His finger remained on my clit, teasing it and stroking it, and I could feel it swelling up with desire.

  “Good girl,” Carl said and thrust his cock another inch. I moaned louder this time. The friction of his thick cock against the fleshy wetness of my pussy was a mind-altering feeling. I felt like I was crashing into him. How was this so good? I could feel the knots in my belly tightening and loosening.

  Carl grunted again and pushed deeper.

  “Just relax,” he breathed and I allowed my shoulders to relax. I took in a deep breath as I felt his cock slide in further. He was half inside me, but I could feel every inch of him in my body. Carl started sliding his cock out then.

  “No!” I screeched. I didn’t want him to stop. A smile spread on his face, and his dark blue eyes glittered.

  “I’m not going anywhere,” he said and thrust his cock into me again. This time, it felt even better. I could feel every inch of him, pushing against my pussy and pushing aside the folds while my clit throbbed and was ready to explode.

  Carl started quickening his pace, thrusting his cock into me as far as he thought he could go and then sliding himself out. His fingers continued stroking my clit and I could feel myself erupting.

  “Do you like that?” he asked and I nodded my head. I was panting, I could feel my body rising and falling with every thrust he made. I had never thought it would feel this good to have a massive cock inside me for the first time. He stroked my clit and kept pushing. His grunts grew wilder – his body was shaking and he kept his eyes on me, on my bouncing breasts.

  “Come for me, beautiful,” he growled, and he thrust harder. The friction was taking over my body. I had no control over my senses anymore. Carl thrust and thrust and his cock went deeper into me, gaining an inch with every push. He was still not inside me completely and I had no idea what that could feel like, but this was good enough. My pussy felt tight against his cock, swallowing him in with every push, until the tip of his cock was stroking a spot inside me that made me lose all control.

  “Carl!” I screamed his name and I knew I was coming. A smile spread on his face, as he watched me come. I was moaning loudly, scratching his chest with my long nails. His cock pounded my pussy, over and over again, until he grunted one last loud growl and I could feel a shooting sensation inside my pussy.

  I thought I was about to cry while we came together. I dug my nails into his skin and he growled as he came. I could feel my juices trickling out of me and Carl’s seed was seeping out of me and we were both breathless.

  I had my first orgasm with a man inside me and it was Carl. I couldn’t believe how happy I was.

  Chapter 12 – Carl

  I had carried Virginia to her bed after I made love with her. She looked exhausted after she came. As her eyelids fluttered, I had picked her off the couch and carried her to the room. She had wrapped her arms around me, and we had stared into each other’s eyes, but she didn’t say a word. Not even when I laid her down on the bed and spread the covers over her.

  “Thank you for rescuing me. Thank you for taking care of me, Carl,” she had whispered in the dark as I stood over her. I couldn’t reply to that. I didn’t know what to say to her, I knew that I was falling for her and all of this was going to end soon.

  I’d secured the window of her room and then walked out. In the living room, I had sat down in front of the fire on the carpet and stayed awake all night. I was paranoid about some other guy coming to the cabin to complete the mission. I was also paranoid that Mike would find out what I had done to his daughter.

  I had come inside her. My cum was still there inside her body. I ran a hand through my hair and shook my head. What had possessed me to do something like that? Why couldn’t I resist her?

  She was so tight and small, I had been afraid of thrusting my cock into her completely but even touching her was enough. I’d exploded inside her as she came, and even though it was her first time, Virginia seemed like she had enjoyed herself. Everything about this girl blew my mind. I couldn’t believe how satisfied and content I had felt after having sex with her, even though she had never done it before.

  So, I kept sitting in front of the fire the rest of the night . . . whatever was left of it. When the day broke, I could feel the tiredness and aches in my muscles, but my brain was buzzing.

  It seemed like Virginia had slept peacefully, and I was thankful for that. It was seven in the morning now and time for a coffee. I was in the process of brewing a pot in the kitchen when I heard my phone ringing. I rushed to it, pretty certain of who it was.

  Mike was calling, and I needed a few seconds to compose myself.

  “Mike!” I said in
to the phone.

  “How is she?” were his first words. I gulped because he had no idea what had happened the previous night; not about the attempted abduction and not about what I had done to her afterward.

  “She is sleeping, she is fine,” I told him because I didn’t want to alarm him.

  “Okay, good,” Mike said and I opened my mouth to speak. As a father and as a client he had every right to know that there had been an attempted abduction of his daughter. I just couldn’t decide if it was a good idea to tell it to him over the phone.

  “Carl, I have some good news. You can bring her back,” I heard him say, just as I was about to begin telling him about the incident.

  I should have been relieved to hear it, but I felt my heart drop.

  “You want me to bring her back?” I asked, sitting down at the kitchen table.

  “Yes, Carl, get on the first flight home and bring my baby home,” Mike sounded emotional as he spoke.

  “Is it safe?” I asked him. I didn’t know why I was asking him this. I should have jumped at the opportunity of putting some distance between Virginia and me, especially after what had happened the previous night.

  “Yes, I found out who was making the threats. I should have known,” he growled.

  “The Blazing Skulls?” I asked, referring to one of the rival biker gangs that Mike’s MC dealt with.

  “Yeah, they’re not happy about the weapons shipments that have been coming in. They think they’re about to start a territory war, but I have another thing coming for those bastards!” Mike was thundering into the phone. I knew he was going to deal with it. This was over. He was going to make sure that those assholes paid for the threats they made on his daughter’s life.

  “Okay, that’s good,” I said.

  “So, it’s all clear. You can bring her back. My men are out there dealing with them now. It’s going to be safe for her to come back to us.” Mike sounded as relieved as I should have been. My job was done. I had managed to successfully keep her safe, and yet, I could feel myself sinking at the thought that this trip was coming to an end.

  “We’ll get on the first possible flight back,” I told Mike.

  “We can’t wait to see her. Abby has been going nuts with worry, especially since we haven’t spoken to her. She refuses to reply to our texts or answer our calls,” Mike continued and I breathed in deeply.

  “I’m sure she’ll understand. She’ll forgive you when she gets back, don’t worry,” I said into the phone.

  “I hope she does. I hope she understands that I needed to do this to keep her safe,” Mike said.

  “She will, okay? I should go and figure out our trip back. See you soon,” I said and ended the call. I could barely keep it together long enough to have this phone conversation. My body was racked with guilt and my mind was spinning out of control. This trip was coming to an end! Everything was going to go back to the usual now.

  “Was that my dad?” I heard her voice, and I whipped around in the chair to find her standing at the door of the kitchen. She was in a silk slip, her long chestnut hair was ruffled and she had beautiful sleepy green eyes. There was an immediate movement in my pants. Just last night, I had my cock inside her. I had come inside her, and this morning I had to pretend like it was nothing.

  “Yeah, it was. We’re going back,” I told her.

  ***

  “What does that mean?” Virginia asked me, and I could see that she looked worried. I got up from the chair and poured coffee into two mugs for us.

  “It means that it’s safe to go back now. Your dad has taken care of the problem, you don’t have to worry,” I told her and brought the mug of coffee to her. She accepted it from me and stepped into the kitchen. I watched as she tucked in some stray strands of her hair behind her ears. She was killing me in that slip! I was afraid that she would be able to see how hard I was in my pants.

  “No, I mean, what does that mean for . . . us?” she asked, and her eyes darted nervously around the room. She didn’t want to look into my eyes. I took a slow sip of the coffee and cleared my throat before I spoke.

  “It means that we go back to the way things were before we came to Alaska. You lead your life and I lead mine,” I said as firmly as I possibly could. She had no idea how difficult this was for me to say. Instead, she jerked her face up to look at me. I could see a fire burning in her green eyes.

  The pale complexion of her cheeks had turned a tomato red.

  “So, that’s it? It’s over?” she snapped. I could see the way the mug of coffee shook in her hands.

  “Yes, Virginia, it’s over. You deserve to have a normal life, and I deserve to go back to leading mine,” I said and stepped away from her.

  She was following my every movement with her eyes. I was afraid that she would be able to see right through me and figure out that I was putting on an act.

  “You don’t think we could have a normal life together?” she asked and I pressed my eyes closed and drew in a deep breath.

  “There is no need to make this more complicated than it already is. Your father is my best friend and you are more than two decades younger than me. What has happened between us is a mistake. I should have never touched you,” I said and Virginia stepped furiously towards me. Some of the coffee from her mug spilled on the kitchen floor.

  “You keep saying it was a mistake. If it was, then why have we had this thing between us? For two years now? What is the explanation for that?” her voice had become high-pitched. She was losing her calm and she had every right to. I was at fault here. I complicated matters. I should have behaved like the mature older man that I was and put an end to it a long time ago. Instead, I had not been able to resist her.

  “Virginia, we need to go our separate ways. It’s for the best,” I said to her and she shook her head. Now I could see her eyes watering. I didn’t want her to cry. If she cried, I would have given her anything. I knew how weak I’d be if I saw her crying.

  “Is this about dad? We can talk to him. I thought you wanted me!” she bit down on her lower lip, and I watched as her face scrunched up. I had to clench my fist to stop myself from punching the wall. I was hoping that she just wouldn’t break into tears.

  “We can’t talk to him. This is wrong. We can’t expect him to understand,” I said, as calmly as I could. She was staring at me with glistening eyes. She had managed to keep her tears bottled up. She was being strong.

  “So, all of this was an act?” she shrieked and I drew in a deep breath again.

  “No, none of this was an act, Virginia. I did want you, but I also know how wrong it was, and it can’t go on . . . not in the real world,” I argued and she whipped away from me. My eyes roamed over her back, over her ass, over the slenderness of her petite shoulders. I still wanted her. I wanted to be inside her again, I wanted to watch her face as she came for me. I ran a hand through my hair.

  “Virginia, I need you to pack your bags. We’re getting on the first flight back,” I said, and I realized that my voice was shaking slightly. She kept her back turned to me firmly. If she was crying, I couldn’t see and I was grateful for that.

  “That’s it then, now I have to go back home and pretend like nothing happened between us,” she said, in a soft dejected voice.

  “It’s for the best. I can’t betray your dad. We’ve been friends since we were teenagers,” I said and instead of saying anything else, she walked out of the kitchen.

  I slammed the coffee mug on the counter and kicked the legs of the chair at the table. I had to clench my jaw to stop myself from growling aloud. This felt like the hardest thing I was going to do. To drop her off to her house, to watch her run into the arms of her mother and then just walk away.

  This girl had taken possession of me, and it was going to take a very long time for me to get over her. The worst part was that she had no idea, and I couldn’t tell her. The less she knew about my true feelings for her, the easier it would be for both of us.

  Chapter 13 – Vir
ginia

  Three Weeks Later

  Casey had set me up on a third date, and I was waiting at the doors of the restaurant now in a short red cocktail dress with my hair tied up in a messy bun on the side of my head.

  Since I returned from Alaska, my life seemed to have gone back to normal but I didn’t feel the same anymore. Nothing felt right, and even though it had been three weeks since I last saw Carl, he was all I could think about.

  He had dropped me back to the house in a car and then left without saying another word. We had barely spoken through the flight, and I hadn’t seen him since. I knew that dad had seen him several times. They talked often over the phone, but I was too afraid to ask my dad anything about him. Carl had made it very clear that he didn’t want to have anything to do with me.

  The guy with the blond hair and blue eyes who went to the same college as mine turned up in his car a few minutes later. I had already been waiting outside the restaurant for nearly fifteen minutes now. Casey had assured me that this guy was nice – exactly my type and she had high hopes that I would hit it off with him.

  After Alaska, something had switched off in me. I felt heartbroken and rejected at the loss of Carl and the only thing that made sense to me now was to date other people. I knew exactly who to go to for advice for my new dating spree. Casey had several guys on her fingertips whom she could set me up with, and this guy was the third one.

  None of them had been good enough. They all seemed too young, too immature; and the casual kisses I had shared with the other two guys seemed sloppy. There was no spark. None of that sexual tension I had felt with Carl; and most importantly, none of them had made me feel safe the way he had.

  “You must be Virginia, I’m Luke!” this guy exclaimed as he bounded up towards me. “Am I late?” he asked, looking at his watch.

  “No, I just got here,” I said, trying to find an inkling of an attraction towards him. He checked all the boxes: he was my age, hot, went to my college, and seemed polite. There was nothing about Luke to not like, and yet I knew I was going to compare him to Carl every step of the way. I was putting a man on a pedestal; a man who wanted to have nothing to do with me.