The Boss Daughter

CHAPTER ONE

“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.

“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.

He throbbed and jerked and grunted loudly as it shot from his tool. He continued to pound deeper and deeper into her creaming slit, the cum shooting from his cockhead in great, powerful thrusts.

She was coming.

She could feel the reverberation of the inner walls as her cunt released its soothing liquid and mixed it with his in her tight cunt-hole.

“You’re a good fucker,” Billie calmly said, getting, back into her clothes after a few moments rest.

And he was a good fucker for a shrink.

She fucked him several more times after that, and he wrote a good report. Then she purposely left the door unlocked one afternoon, and his secretary caught them.

Billie laughed.

“What the hell are you laughing at?” her father said.

“Nothing,” she replied, grinding out her cigarette. “I was just thinking.”

“Well, think about this,” he said angrily. “You leave tomorrow. I’ve enrolled you in Briarvale.”

“That’s not a school,” Billie said. “It’s practically a prison… and it’s all girls!”

“That’s the idea,” he said.