Jason Cannon: The boss daughter

"Oh, yes! Yes! Suck it! Bite it!" Billie heard Joy's gurgle of satisfaction from across the room as one of the other boys humped his cum into her face.

"Ahh! I… I'm come-come-coming!" Harrison's teeth sank deep in her tender nipple.

"Ow! Oooowww!" Billie blubbered from the pain and the jet blasting off up her pussy. The hot fluid spewed from the glans of his cock, seeped down the shaft fucking her cunt-hole, touched her clit and sent tremors through her white, quivering thighs.

Coming! She thought. The whole world the cabin walls, the overhead light, the table, the chairs. There were lovely dicks everywhere. Wonderful joysticks spitting hot cream. Buckets and buckets of thick goo. All of it, every last delicious drop, it seemed, was gushing into her twat, filling her to overflowing with the stuff she desired.

She was a mess when she got home. Her father had been waiting up for her.

"Jesus… what happened?"

"Harrison, your 'nice' boy from a nice family, raped me;"

"Bull shit," her father roared. "You probably led him on. You're nothing but a damn whore, Billie!"

The following morning, he sent her to a head doctor. She wore the tightest skirt and sweater she owned.

"Billie, I'm Doctor Fredricks. Please sit down."

"I'd rather stand."

She heard him catch his breath as his eyes wandered over the more than ample breasts stretching tightly under her sweater. He was aware suddenly that her eyes were on him, and as he looked up he saw a fleeting, contemptuous smirk vanish from her face.

"I'm here to help you," he said.

She stared at him, her face immobile. Except for the knowing smirk he had glimpsed a few seconds before, she had not changed expression since he first saw her in the outer office.

"You will, of course, have to help me at the same time. You understand that, don't you?"

She raised one eyebrow carefully, contemptuously.

He cocked an eyebrow in anger and continued. "I already know a good deal about you," he said, carefully controlling the tone of his voice. "But I need to know a great deal more. You will help me, won't you?"

Her face remained unchanged. He watched her deep brown eyes for some flicker, some sign that she understood him. But her eyes were opaque, as though made of one-way glass through which she could look, but from which no one could gain a clue as to the state of her emotions.

"You know why you're here, don't you?" he said after a moment.

"Because I'm a whore," she said, surprising him with the readiness with which she spoke, after her previous silence. Flustered, it was a moment before he could speak again.

"What we're here for," he said, "is to determine why."

"Because I like to fuck," Billie said.

Her attitude suddenly changed again. As he questioned her, she had become more and more distraught, but now she seemed to throw a barrier up between them. Her eyes, which had cleared for a few moments, became opaque again.

But there was another change, too. She smiled, a provocative, alluring smile that, with the way she turned her shoulder to him, left no doubt of her intent.

For a moment he was dumbfounded, unable to follow her through her sudden change of mood.

Then he let his eyes rove appreciatively over the supple curves of the girl's body. She stood up slowly and pivoted, letting him see her voluptuous figure. Her legs were long, tapering her hips were made for fucking, and her breasts were ripe and full, straining against the material of her sweater.

He strove to quell the passion that threatened to overwhelm him.

"You like it, don't you," she said huskily, smiling. "You're going to make a nice report, aren't you? I want a good report from you so my father will get off my back."

"Billie, I…"

And then he gasped. She lifted her sweater and pulled it over her head. Her luscious, full tits jiggled and came to rest like two huge, pink-tipped melons on her chest.

He was flabbergasted as he watched her swiftly undress. Billie stood before him, her large tits pert and pointed, her belly sleek, and the softness of her pussy triangle inviting. She wanted him to fuck her, brutally, savagely, hungrily.

She laughed as he gaped. He stood facing her, trembling, all the male aggressiveness drained out of him. How strange men are, Billie thought. So sure of themselves, so strong one minute, so shy and frightened the next.

It didn't look like he could move. She walked over to the door and locked it, then returned to stand beside the huge leather couch.

"Fuck me," Billie ordered, snapping the words at him like a whip.

The lewdness of her words aroused him from his shyness, and his prick swelled and ballooned. He felt as though a huge pole was blooming from the base of his spine.

He couldn't help himself. He moved to her and said nothing as she unzipped his fly and pulled his rigid prick from his pants.

She pulled him back as she fell onto the couch. "Well, don't make me do it all," she said.

All right, you bitch, he thought, I'll fuck you. I'll fuck you so you'll never forget it!

He looked at her through smoky, lust-filled eyes. He reached down and grabbed the shaft of his throbbing cock, positioning it against the folds of her soft pussy. He rammed it against the fuck-hole. He rammed again, a little lower. There is was, and his massive organ entered her steaming slit.

"Yes, yes… that's it," Billie moaned huskily.

In and out, he drove his throbbing hunk of meat into her clasping twat, plowing his cock back and forth and side to side. Each of his lunges brought her closer and closer to the peak, to the point of no return. The two of them were sweating profusely, working hard on reaching that bliss, that point where the nervous system goes off on a binge all its own.

"You like to fuck, don't you?" Billie panted. "Yyessss," he groaned.

"Then keep fucking," she urged. "Make me come… if you're man enough."

Suddenly enraged at her challenging words, he thrust his tool into the hot, burning opening, savagely, lustfully, as she lay beneath him shivering and throbbing.

She sighed deeply as his cock slid its hot thick flesh over the sensitive lips of her waiting cunt. Her cunt muscles were contracting more and more now as his cock slid further and further into her tight opening. The passion she felt shook her entire body and shivers of pleasure and excitement crept all over her.

She bucked her hips up to him as his hard rod kept sliding, grinding, into her hot cavity.

Finally, with a powerful shove of his ass, he thrust it all the way into her. Her whole body quivered as his balls slapped against the slit of her ass and bounced back and forth. He began to pound his giant tool in and out of her seething hole.

She bucked her body up to him furiously as his cock pounded again and again, deep down into the inner passages of her cunt.

She cried out in loud wails of pleasure, screaming and throwing her legs high in the air as his cock hit and rubbed against the hot, sensitive clit. She arched her back and bucked wildly, digging her long slender fingers deep into his shoulder blades with a wild, frantic passion.

He grabbed hold of her legs and raised them high above his head. He spread them out on each side of her so that he could get right up into her cunt with nothing between them but her fleshy, smooth thighs.

He was pounding into her pussy with all the fury and passion that was in him. He could feel the boiling lava churning in his balls, aching for release.

Then, like the rumbling sound of the eruption of an ancient and powerful volcano, his hot, burning load exploded with glorious fury deep inside her throbbing cunt.

She called out loudly in a high-pitched sigh of pleasure as she felt his love juice shoot like a wild beast into her pussy, giving her frenzied pleasure as it hit against the inner walls of her cunt.