Jason Cannon: The boss daughter

"Mmmmm, you, you cunt, bitch," Thelma cried. "Suck it… eat me good… suck my pussy!"

Thelma was wildly thrusting her cunt over the young girl's darting tongue. She moved her hands under her sweater and began playing with her braless tits.

Billie looked around her. The other girls were mesmerized by the sight. Several of them had let their hands creep up under their skirts. Billie could see the movement as the girls finger-fucked themselves into ecstasy.

Jesus, she thought, this is turning them on! And then she felt the moisture in her own cunt and realized that it was turning her on, too.

"Oh yes, that's it…" Thelma cried, her hips wildly churning, "get your chin up my hole and bite my clit! Harder… harder!"

Beneath the bigger girl, Louise was going wild. Her throat contracted, swallowing the juices from Thelma's pussy as fast as she could suck them out. "Oh, somebody…" she cried, mumbling around the pubic hair and mouthful of cunt, "somebody stick something in my cunt… finger-fuck me! I'll suck her better… hurry, please!"

One of the girls who had been watching leaped to the floor and ripped Louise's panties off. Then, savagely, she rammed three fingers up her wildly gyrating cunt.

"More… more!" Louise cried.

The girl responded by balling her fist up and jamming it, clear to her wrist, up Louise's pussy.

Meanwhile, Louise had fastened her mouth over Thelma's cunt like a suction cup. The fist in her cunt seemed to jar her to new heights. She used her tongue like a mini-cock, sawing it in and out of Thelma's big hole while her teeth and upper lip worked on the girl's clitoris.

Then Thelma's hips began to writhe. She put more pressure on with her cunt and her big body. She began to writhe harder. Louise darted her tongue in and out of the sopping slit, working Thelma into a frenzy of orgasm.

Thelma clasped at her own tits and moaned aloud until, with a rapturous series of shudders, her body arched into orgasm.

When her orgasm had finally receded, Thelma stood up and pulled her dress down. "All right, girls, anybody want their cunt sucked, be my guest."

Mi of the girls moved toward Louise's prostrate body.

Thelma moved to Billie and stood before her with her hands on her wide, flaring hips.

"You keep your mouth shut, do you understand?"

"I wasn't here by choice," Billie said.

"See that you keep quiet, or you'll be invited back in here and you'll be sorry."

And it was at this point that Billie became acquainted with a new facet of her own personality. She was not in the least afraid of Thelma. As a matter of fact, she was sure she would have won the fight had she been in Louise's place.

"Thelma… fuck you," Billie said, and walked out of the rest room.

Even though it had disgusted her, the scene in the restroom had also excited Billie. It was the uppermost thought in her mind for the next two days.

She could barely study from thinking about it. She needed sex. And even though she had promised herself that she wouldn't, she knew that she would go out that evening and find some.

In disgust at herself, she slammed the book that she had been reading closed, and swore.

"Is there a loose shower connection here, Miss?"

A chill went through Billie as she jerked around. It was the black-haired maintenance assistant. He stood in the doorway carrying a tool case.

"Don't you believe in knocking?"

"I did knock, Miss. When no one answered, I supposed the room was empty."

"I-I didn't hear you."

"I'm sorry. Shall I come back later?"

"Now that you're here, you might as well do your work. I didn't know anything was wrong."

He took a memo slip from his pocket. "Loose shower connection."

"Oh, okay. My roommate probably reported it."

Billie indicated the bathroom and the young man started to close the door. Then he glanced at her, opened it wide, and crossed the room toward the bath.

He paid no further attention to her, whistling a soundless tune as he went about his work.

She could see him in the mirror. He was virile, rather than handsome. The muscles of his shoulders rippled as he bent over his tool chest and his blue jeans tightened against the backs of his thighs.

He will do, she thought, and walked to the door of the bathroom. "What's your name?" she said. "Carl… Carl Morgan," he replied.

"Do you like working here around all these horny, rich girls?"

"It's a job."

"I didn't ask you that."

He turned and looked at her. "No, not particularly," he said.

"Do you service anything besides bathroom fixtures?"

He dropped his tools, turned, and took her into his arms.

His kiss was hard and rough. There was no tenderness in his lips as he pried hers apart, forced his tongue into her mouth. He explored brazenly, and even while she responded physically to the contact, she realized the contempt in his action.

She wanted to protest, to cry out, but her words were crushed in her throat as she felt his hand on her knee, then up under her skirt against the bare flesh of the thighs.

The kiss continued, probing, searching. Her body stiffened as his callous invasion continued, as he inserted his fingers under her panties, closing his hand around them. Then he gripped the cloth in his fist and jerked. A second jerk ripped the panties at the point where they narrowed between her legs. The pressure of the tearing cloth against her sensitive cunt-flesh brought her tongue forward in even sharper protest. Her hips hunched forward automatically, her legs opening to relieve the painful pressure.

His free hand moved lightly over her chest, pushed her bra upward, and examined each breast minutely.

Her nipples rose and hardened at his touch. This purely physical reaction, which her mind was powerless to control, brought a humorless smile to his face. He released her tongue. His eyes spoke eloquently of the satisfaction the act gave him.

"Tell me," he said.

"Tell you what?"

"Tell me how much you want me to fuck you."

Billie's mind whirled back to the tunnel. Could this be the same man who had raped her?

Would it make any difference?

"Maybe I've changed my mine," she said.

He let her go and walked to the door. Locking it, he returned, took her arm and pulled her to the bed.

"Bull shit," he said.

Again his hands were under her clothes, his fingers toying with her cunt.

She moaned. She wanted to be the aggressor, but he was taking that pleasure away from her and there was nothing she could do about it.

His eyes glowed with the passion of triumph, flashing at what was happening her sprawled legs, her naked hips and belly moving up and down in rhythm to his hand on her cunt.

"That's it, baby," he crooned. "That's the way to loosen up. Relax and enjoy it."

One of Billie's hands was now free but he was too preoccupied to notice it. Hot, ecstatic fire was flaming through her lower body. She wanted to obey him, to relax and moan, more, more, more… do it to me!

Her free hand pressed first against his chest, then moved lower, her fingers searching for and finding his hard cock.

She squeezed.

"Take me," she moaned, "take me!"

"Say please."

"What?"

"Say, 'Please fuck me'!"

"All right, dammit," Billie moaned. "Please, fuck me!"

His manner changed instantly. He became the lover instead of the raper. Gently, slowly, he undressed her, admiring and caressing her silken skin as it appeared before his eyes.

"Oh, God, what a beautiful body you have," he whispered hungrily. "What a fantastic body." He clasped her hotly, his mouth every place at once all over her, his tongue sliding down her neck, his lips on her shoulders, his hands moving frantically to embrace her. Then he was kneeling, his mouth on her breast, drawing the nipple in with his tongue, making it harder and harder, sucking on it with a thirsty need, gripping the two round cheeks of her ass, pulling them against him as his mouth worked hotly on her breast.