Jason Cannon: The boss daughter

"Lick it… Mmmmmm, yes… like that," Billie moaned.

"Come…come!"

"Harder… rub the upper part of your mouth, rub your teeth over my cunt. Oh shit!"

"Are you ready… are you ready?"

She was sitting on his desk with her skirt balled up around her waist and her legs spread wide. Her hands grappled with his hair, trying to force his whole face into her cunt.

He found her clitoris and nibbled at it. The ultra-sensitive little knob quivered wildly and she flung her blonde head from side to side as her cunt raced to a climax.

She bucked her throbbing pussy into his face and he loved it. He opened his mouth as wide as he could, filling it with eager, sensitive flesh. He tried to suck the cum out of her as he felt her move harder and harder into his face.

"Jesus, suck, suck… you're sucking it right out of me!" she cried.

"Good pussy… Mmmmm, Billie, your cunt is delicious!"

"Oh, Russ… suck it good… suck it all!" she moaned, feeling the warm juice from her hot hole ooze into his sucking mouth. A growl of sexual pain and pleasure erupted from her throat as his tongue slithered far up her cunt hole.

He's a lousy fuck, Billie thought to herself, but he can sure eat pussy.

He licked her inner walls, filling his mouth with her womanly taste, his hands holding her by her buttocks, pulling her cunt harder against his face. Harder and harder he mashed his mouth against her hairy bush, sucking hungrily on it.

She made it difficult for him, thrashing around, almost throwing his tongue out of her pussy. The sensation tickled through her whole body as she kicked her heels in the air. He held her more firmly so he could lick her cunt, making her start to pant and moan.

"You love every lick, you little sex fiend," he said, taking his mouth off her.

"Eat me. Eat my cunt, dammit! Bring me off!"

He ran his tongue up and down the length of her quivering pussy before he slithered it back into her. He gobbled noisily on her, her taste exciting him and making him want to drink her dry.

Just as Billie came, Russ' wife walked through the office door.

"You son of a bitch!" she screamed. "So this is how you're busy… this is how you can't have lunch with me! This is your sandwich at your desk!"

"Honey," Russ said, rising from between Billie's legs and wiping the pussy juice from his mouth with the back of his hand. "It's not what you think."

"Shit," she said, turning and slamming her way from the office.

Billie stood in front of her father's desk, calm, cool, and listening with only half an ear to his latest tirade about her sex life. She studied the nameplate, in gold, that let her know she was in the presence of Amos Whiteburn III.

Amos was president and chairman of the board of Whiteburn Industries. The company made the broadest range of brassieres and fancy female underwear outside of Paris.

Billie Whiteburn hated her father. That was probably the reason she never wore any underwear.

"Billie!"

"Yes, Father."

"Are you listening to me?"

"Well, God dammit… listen to me!"

"Yes, Father."

"What are you doing with your life. Where are you going? Jesus, Billie, you're nineteen years old and all your brains are in your crotch."

"Like father… like daughter," she said, smiling.

His face reddened. "Are you going to hold that against me forever?"

"Probably," she said.

Billie had been sixteen. It had been her older sister's wedding. Her father, the tyrant, had forced her sister, Annie, to marry a man she hated because it would be good for business. Billie knew the same thing would be in store for her.

She and her sister had looked all over the house for their father. They finally found him, naked, in bed with two of the maids. The maids were also naked. One of them was bouncing up and down on his cock and he was eating the other one's pussy.

He hadn't slept with their mother in ten years and he wouldn't let the girls date because he said all the boys they went with wanted was their virginity and his money. "And, by God, I want my daughters virgins and my money in the bank!"

Her mother broke into pieces.

Billie went right back downstairs to the party and picked out two of the drunkest men present. They were both mated, and executives in her father's company. She took them out by the pool and fucked them both on the diving board.

That was the first time Billie had been caught fucking someone else's husband. There had been many times since.

Her father was droning on. "Russ Phelps is my best salesman. Now his wife wants him to quit. What am I going to do with you? I give you a job because you've been kicked out of every college you've been to, and now you do this! How could you!"

"Let him eat me?" Billie said. "Because, he's got a little dick and he's a lousy screw."

"That's not what I meant," he replied coldly.

"Oh," Billie said, lighting a cigarette.

She didn't want to listen to him, so she retreated back into her own thoughts…

She remembered the nice boy her father had insisted she go out with. "It's a good family. I can use the business… go out with him!"

So Billie went out with Harrison Weeks.

Harrison Weeks was a sex maniac, and crazy. He took her to a cabin where some of his nutty friends were spending the weekend. They were all high on dope, and in the middle of an orgy.

Billie wanted no part of it, so Harrison ripped her clothes off and beat the shit out of her.

It was pain at first, and then pleasure. They all took turns, four of them, fucking Billie and one of the boy's sisters, Joy. Joy was only fifteen, but nobody seemed to care, least of all Joy.

"You like that, don't you, you cunt?" Harrison said, raising his head from between her legs. "I've heard all the stories about you… then you don't wanna fuck when I get you up here!"

His mouth, the whiskers on his chin, glistened with her cunt juice. He whipped his hard cock from side to side, slapping her cheeks with it.

"Now it's your turn. Suck – suck my fucking cock!"

Billie opened her mouth and he filled the moist space with the head of his tool. Then she felt a tugging at her ass. Another boy was sliding beneath her. She could feel the head of his prick rubbing the lips of her pussy.

Rising up, almost standing, she started sobbing; then, suddenly, she drove herself down the length of the prick until it was far up in her belly.

"Lemme hear it, baby… tell me you want it!" Harrison yelled.

"I… I wanna suck… I wanna fuck," Billie cried. "I don't care."

Whining, unable to finish what she'd begun to say, not even sure what it was, she mashed her lips to Harrison's cock. She waited for it. When it shot forward, she caught it between her teeth, held it, and sucked. Her own brazenness astonished her. She knew, when it was over, once the cum gave her momentary release, she'd feel the tongue of shame lick her cheeks with fire. But now she cared only about the cock in her mouth, and the rigid rod stabbing at her vulva. She couldn't stop. She couldn't stop lifting her ass and forcing her cunt hole down. Couldn't help savoring the delicious friction caused by the beautiful meat digging in the slippery folds of her sheath.

Couldn't stop fucking, fucking, fucking, like there was no tomorrow!

Her body came apart from her mind. It rose and fell, twisted and strained. She took her mouth from Harrison's cock and squeezed her tits together.

"Kiss my tits," she cried. "Bite 'em, suck 'em… HURT MEEEEEE!"

Harrison mouthed one hard little rosebud. His teeth clamped tight. "Ummmm! Tastes good! A cherry on top of whipped cream." He paused to run loving hands along the inside of her thighs. "Everything about you is whipped cream. Good enough to eat… Ummmmmm!" Nipping the tip of her tit, he shook his head like a dog drying himself.