Jason Cannon - The boss daughter

"Was Louise your girl?"

"She was my wife. Now shut up! I'm going to fuck you."

His fingers jammed into her cunt.

The rage, the anger, was in her conscious mind; but something else was behind it, something reaching up from the subconscious.

A decent girl needs it as much as any other kind. She can't go up to a man and say, please do it to me. But she can arrange to get herself trapped so she can't do anything about it, so she has to lie there and take it. But she hasn't been wanton like some girls are. She hasn't crawled to a man and whined or begged for it. She makes him take it away from her so she can still live with herself, because if a girl gets raped, it isn't her fault.

Billie lay on her back with her eyes closed and her teeth clenched as Carl generated the heat in her body to a higher and higher pitch. Her free leg stretched far outward, the muscles tensed, the leg jerking in rhythm to his drive.

The rhythm… the devilish, ecstatic rhythm. His hand was under her ass, clawing, searching. Her body jerked.

But she was lost. She knew now that she hated him. But she also knew that she was going to let him fuck her; she wanted him to fuck her.

"I need something in my pussy!" she cried. "Finger it! Finger it! Don't hold back! Fuck it with your hand!"

Now she was riding her hips and buttocks up high on his driving hand. He managed to get one, then two, then three fingers in the expanding love hole. Hot juice poured all around in her cunt and [missing text].

"Is that okay?" he asked, working his hand as though he were pumping a tire. "Do you like that?"

"Yes, hell yes! Only deeper! Stick it in deeper!"

He rammed with all his might and could feel her cunt walls throbbing. He tickled at the little nub of her clit with his thumb as he finger-fucked on. He brought his other hand around behind her and grasped her ass. With one hand in front and one behind, he held her cunt firmly and continued to pour it on with the extended fingers.

"Deeper! It's gotta be deeper!" she yelled.

"That's all, baby, it won't go any deeper. And my prick is getting hard, but it's not hard enough…"

"I gotta have it! I can't stand it! You're burning me up… ram it in deeper! Split me open!"

If only my Goddam dick would come alive, he cursed himself. Sharp pains shot through his arms from holding her off the floor and bearing the weight of her luscious thighs.

Damn her, he thought, she really wanted it. She was taking the kick out of it.

And his cock wouldn't get hard.

And she was winning the bitch.

He looked around and suddenly caught sight of an old buggy whip cast aside from a bygone era. The tongs of the whip had long ago disappeared, but the handle was intact, long, black, and thick.

Could she take it?

Who gives a shit, she's going to get it.

He kept finger-fucking her as he slid across the floor.

She didn't know what he was doing but she didn't care; all she wanted was to get her frenzied cunt full of something. He milked her ass with his hand, ran a reaming finger into her pert little ass each time he plunged the fingers of the other hand. After several seconds he had succeeded in moving them backwards almost a yard.

"Oooohhhhhhh!" Billie screamed. He had massaged her clit to a state of climax and now she was having an orgasm against his plunging fingers. He felt the skin of his fingers burning from all the friction of her bumping pussy. She screamed on and wanted more. He could tell that one peak had finished and another was beginning. The movement along the floor had only served to make her more wild.

"I'm coming a hundred times! Keep fucking it, oh, keep fucking it!" Billie shrieked.

And now Carl had reached the whip. He slipped his hand out of her cunt. She swooned and threw her legs wide apart. Her gaping pussy seemed to moan for something. Her hips gave a tremendous leap upward, trying to ensnare anything. He held the handle a second, brought it down even with her lurching pussy, and fixed it at the lips of her hole.

Immediately her cunt grabbed for the blunt instrument. In a second, she was arching her loins up higher, taking the artificial cock fully inside for two or three inches. In all, the handle must have been ten inches long. He held it firmly and looked intently into her face, wanting to make sure that she knew what this was all about. She jerked backward and heaved for more of the deadly object; her eyes popped open and she looked at him fiercely, in the throes of erotic desire.

"God, Carl shove it in! I need it! Oh, but I need it! Please, please, my pussy needs it!"

He felt his cock stiffen up hard. He thought that he would hold the whip in place only for a minute and then replace it with his prick. God, he wanted to fuck that cunt! He could feel it throughout his whole being. Never in his life had he wanted a woman more, even Louise. He had had his share of pussy, but this was entirely new, entirely different. The thought of her wanting to be fucked by the artificial prick stirred him up more than anything. He felt all his blood swirling in his veins as he looked down and saw the handle sinking into the juicy hole.

"I want to fuck you!" he barked then.

"Too late! Too late! Oh, fuck me, yes! But fuck me with that first! Please don't take it out… if you take it out, I'll die! Fuck me, oh fuck me with that thing!"

She flashed her arms up and around and grabbed his hands with hers, guiding the hard leather cock. With her hands on his, she shoved the firm object in deep. She let out a distorted moan as it touched the entrance of her womb. She lay back as though in a trance, and held his hands firmly above her pussy and on the end of the artificial device.

"Oh, God," she cried. "It's awful… but I want it… I'm rotten… rotten to the core…"

"Yes you are, you bitch… you're rotten. Just like all of them, you're rotten all the way through."

"Don't talk, you bastard. Fuck! Fuck my cunt… FUCK ME!"

She hunched her hips on the rod. With both hands on the leather cock, he began to pull it up and push it back down carefully. The first two or three times caused her to moan and flail her hips around. She grabbed him around the waist with her legs and locked them firmly. The whip had not gone all the way in yet; each time that he pulled it up and shoved it back in place he urged it just a bit deeper. Finally, he plunged it in as deep as it would go, letting his bunched fingers pause at the hot and syrupy opening to her cunt.

Her ass was bouncing with each stroke. She humped it and let him fuck her with its mashing fullness. Clearly she was taking it all without any difficulty. Once, as he pushed it rapidly, she lunged upward and ate the entire length of it. His fingers lost it for a minute and it stuck deep in her hole. She shrieked out in a grotesque cry of wantonness. He groped until he found the end of the handle and then brought it out halfway again. She was going crazy now with wanting a full fuck.

"I'm going to come any second!" she cried. "Pour it on! Oh God, fuck it fuck it fuck it!"

With a firm grip he jacked down into her spread-eagled cavern. He jammed and rammed it like a hot poker into a blast furnace. Her legs flapped at his sides.

"I need it, I need it!" she chanted, hunching madly. "I need it, I need it I need it!"

He felt that he just had to get that leather thing out of her pussy and get his cock where it yearned to be. He tried to pull it all the way out, but she stopped him frantically with her hands.

"No! No!" she cried. "I'm coooommmmiiiinnnngggg!"

She bellowed like a woman being burned at the stake. Her whole body balled against him. He felt her hands on his cock as she continued to scream. Her hands began to mash and pull and jack his now rock-hard prick. He tried to pull his cock away from her pumping hands, not wanting to waste his stuff in her hands. But she held on like a madwoman and jacked furiously.