Jason Cannon: The boss daughter

Finally, gasping for breath, she stopped kicking. The knee in her crotch was hurting her cruelly and site tried to lift herself up off it by standing on her toes.

The man sensed what she was doing, caressed her with his knee. Then he spoke for the first time.

"All right, baby, now that's over, let's understand one another. I spotted your whisper from the room. So happens I knew a way up here. I came to investigate. And I got lucky."

Billie was as angry as she was scared. "What… what are you going to do to that?"

He chuckled. "When a man gets a girl where he wants her, what does he usually do to her?"

"You bastard," Billie hissed. She loved the idea of fucking, but hated not to be the one in control. She couldn't really get all her kicks unless she was putting the man down a little at the same time. It had been like that ever since the time with Harrison, and the orgy at the cabin.

The man let his hand slip off her mouth and down over her throat. It lay there lightly, but Billie had the feeling that a scream would be choked off ruthlessly.

"Baby," the voice crooned. "You know what's going to happen, don't you?" When Billie didn't answer, the brutal knee pressed in harder, more painfully. "You know what's going to happen, don't you?" the man repeated.

"Yes," Billie said weakly. "I guess I do."

The pressure of the knee was lessened. "Fine. We've gotten that far. Now let's go a little farther. I'm damned if I can figure out why a girl gets all panicky when she's going to get it under one set of circumstances, and hot and loving when it comes another way."

"If you don't know," Billie said, "I'm afraid I can't tell you."

"If you're real nice," the voice said, "maybe I'll coax you a little, instead of just pulling you down and throwing a cock to you."

His knee rubbed against her cunt. Billie was getting hot and she knew it. "All right," she shrugged. "Coax me a little."

Her skin chilled as the arm around her waist went lower, as she felt the zipper to her slacks being pulled down, as lustful fingers moved across her belly to her cunt.

The slacks, down around her ankles, let chill air brush against her naked legs. She had not worn panties. So she stood there naked from the hem of her blouse, just below her navel, to the shucked-off slacks around her ankles.

"Lift your leg."

She obeyed the command, felt the leg of the slacks pulled off over her sneakers. He paid no attention to the other leg.

One hand rested lightly on her throat while the other caressed each breast in turn, giving special attention to the nipples. And Billie felt a deep inward resentment at the natural result, a result she could not control. The nipples rose and became hard just as Ginny's nipples had hardened against her back there in the narrow niche.

The man chuckled his appreciation of her quick response and proceeded to demonstrate his skill. He pressed the inside of her thigh with his knee until she was standing only on the toe of that foot. Then his hand went lightly and skillfully to work on her pussy. The muscles in her thigh quivered in reaction.

The fingers were a whisper against her sensitive flesh as he picked out nerve ends and touched parts she didn't even know she possessed. He found nerve clusters that reacted like tiny threads of fire and Billie clenched her teeth. Her body couldn't help responding. The man chuckled as he discovered proof that Billie, no matter what the state of her mind, was reacting physically to his expert attentions.

"That's it, baby," he crooned. "Relax; relax and enjoy it."

"Damn you!" Billie spit at him. Damn myself, she thought in despair. Why can't I resist him? She knew the answer. She didn't want to resist. Her cunt wanted his cock.

She was slipping. Then she felt the cold concrete beneath her. Then he was between her legs, his hands cupping her breasts, the head of his prick rubbing her inner thighs.

Billie could feel her tits leaping to meet his caressing hands. She could hear her own moans as her body began to react to the stimulation he was giving it.

He reached out and began to stroke her wet cunt lips, sliding his fingers back and forth, and eventually stopping at her clitoris.

"All right," she said.

"What, baby, what?" he chuckled.

"Fuck me, you bastard!" she hissed. "You know I want it, so go ahead and fuck me!"

He let go of her clitoris and rammed two fingers far up her cuntal passage. She hunched against him and moaned loudly.

"Oh, I'll fuck you all right," he said, "but there's a few other things I wanna do first."

He grabbed her by the hips and raised her up so that she was on her hands and knees. Billie knew at once what he was going to do and it excited her. It also, for some perverse reason, excited her not to know who he was or what he looked like.

Now he was crouched behind her, shooting his tongue in and out of his mouth. It was brushing against her wet cunt lips, driving her to distraction, arousing her lust.

He seemed perfectly content to eat her pussy before fucking her. She was creaming in his mouth already and he was alternating strokes between her cunt and her asshole, driving her even more crazy with lust.

Soon Billie was pleading for it, feeling that she was going to come before he entered her. She reached around and grabbed for his cock, but it was hard to find it and grip it from her position. She was going to have to wait until he decided to fuck her.

In the meantime, he had awakened every tingling nerve in her cunt and her asshole with his tongue.

"Dammit," Billie groaned at last. "Are you gonna fuck me or not!"

All pretense of tenderness was dropped. The man pushed her backward until she was against the hard, cold floor of the corridor, looking upward into pitch darkness. His face was there, close to hers, but she could not see it. She could only feel his hot breath on her face, his mouth hard against hers, his voice choking with sex.

"I'll fuck you all right."

Then he was on top of her. She felt the head of his prick against the lips of her cunt-hole.

Suiting action to words, he drove into her like a bull. His cock was like a rod of liquid fire to her already sensitized flesh. She wanted to cry out, to scream, but he had entangled their mouths and tongues to a point that she was as effectively gagged as if he had been using his hand.

She had to scream! From rage… from pain… from outrage… from delight.

Her scream escaped as a long, shuddering moan. She found his tongue in a sudden frenzy and gripped it with her teeth, but he didn't seem to feel it. Curses were boiling up out of her throat and pouring, garbled, into her mouth.

"You son of a bitch… you prick… bastard…"

"Yeah, baby?"

Her curses were savage endearment and they both knew it as she hunched her cunt up to his plunging prick. Billie was shaking her hips back and forth, her whole body frantically gyrating as she achieved her first release.

She shouted out, saying all sorts of senseless things to her lover, not caring how her words came out. She was submitting to a complete stranger but that didn't matter any longer. She couldn't even see her lover's face, but he was turning her on and that was all she could be concerned with.

"Fuck me," she screamed. "Shove that big thing into me and I'll explode! Fuck me harder! Come on, make me happy, do it to me again!"

"Sure thing, baby," he answered, his own passion fired now. "I'm going to knock you for a loop. Hang on!"

He slammed his cock into her welcoming pussy with even greater violence, ravaging this agile creature who could seemingly take anything he handed out.

Billie let out a whimper and then felt her pussy locking around his plunging staff. Then the fluids were pouring out of her cunt, spraying all over his thighs and belly. She was so wet inside that he could hardly feel her clinging twat any longer.