Fucking my boss's daughter ch-03

Third chapter of fucking my boss's gorges teen daughter. Contains BDSM

She was lying under me, holding her legs back as I leisurely fucked her for the second time that day. She had almost pure white skin, a generous baby-fat body with great hips, small but soft breasts, a beautiful face with brown eyes, a cute nose, and long brown hair that spread over the mattress underneath her.

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If you are reading this series for the first time, I am James Miller and this is the story of how I got to fuck my boss's daughter in his house. If you want to fully understand the context and plot of the story, please read the previous two chapters. If you just want to read sex and jack off, you can read it without referring to previous chapters!

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It had been two hours since our hot shower sex. We had both eaten and rested. I was now tired and couldn't produce more cum, so we took up different parts of Claire's training. I had her put on little shows for me, playing with herself, dancing, occasionally giving sweet little half-minute blow jobs that were mostly licks and teases before dancing away again. She practiced her moans and her horny eye looks. Looks of awe and worry and lust and submission do wonders for the male libido. Well, they were doing wonders for mine anyway.

I had become so used to fucking her that whenever I got a message on my phone I didn't stop fucking her; I just leaned over her to reach it off the nightstand. Doing so, I bent her over like a paperclip, and she made a small "oof" noise as my cock settled deeper into her and her plump thighs pressed on her small tits.

The next day:

"Today we are going to start something new," I said.

"And what is that?" Claire asked.

I smiled. "What about BDSM?"

"That sounds nice," Claire smiled. "Would tying my hands behind my back turn you on?"

Claire had known this would come, for it was mentioned in the list.

"Ah, well, it would be kinda hot," I said as a fantasy began to take over. "So, um, what exactly will we do?"

"You will see," I smiled.

Over the past few days, I had the thought of fucking her as she is bound. And now, here she was, naked and vulnerable, her wrists already bound to the wrought-iron headboard with black silk ropes. I stood at the foot of the bed.

"You look beautiful," I said. "Tied up. Waiting. Needy."

Claire bit her lip, her cheeks flushing. "So let's do it," she said.

James chuckled. "Good girl."

My hands slid up to cup her breasts. Her nipples were already hard and aching, and Claire moaned, her back arching off the bed. I pinched her nipples and she gasped. I then took my time to pay attention to each breast, sucking and nibbling until Claire was a writhing, panting mess beneath me. Her moans filled the room, making me hard.

I flipped her onto her stomach. The ropes tightened around her wrists, pulling her arms taut as I maneuvered her onto her knees, her ass in the air. My hand came down on her cheek with a sharp smack, the sound echoing through the room.

"Fuck!" Claire gasped, her body jerking at the sudden sting. But before she could process it, my other hand delivered another slap, harder this time.

"Count them," I ordered.

"One," Claire gasped as my hand came down again.

"Two!"

I spanked the bitch three more times, and by the time I stopped, Claire was trembling, her pussy soaked, her breath coming in ragged pants. She had been spanked before, but never seemed to get used to it.

"Good girl," I said, my hand feeling between her soft, slender legs.

I took off my shirt and my pants. My cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the head already glistening with pre-cum. Claire licked her lips, her bound hands twitching with the urge to touch me.

"You want this?" I asked, stroking myself slowly.

"Yes," Claire breathed. "God, yes."

I climbed onto the bed behind her, my body pressing against hers. "Now tell me," I said. "You're going to be a good girl and let me fuck you however I want. Are you or are you not?"

Claire nodded.

In one smooth motion, I lined myself up and thrust into her, burying myself to the hilt in one deep stroke. The aspiring whore cried out, her body stretching.

"James..." she moaned sexily.

"Fuck, you're tight," I groaned, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. I pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, before slamming back in, my balls slapping against her clit. "So fucking tight."

Claire could only moan in response as I set a brutal pace. I fucked her like hell. The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard rattling against the wall with every thrust. Claire's bound wrists pulled against the ropes, her fingers clutching at nothing.

"You like that, don't you?" I panted, my hand tangling in her hair and yanking her head back. "You like being my little fuck toy, tied up and used however I want."

"Yes!" Claire sobbed, her pussy clenching around me. "Yes, I love it--"

I groaned as I neared my own release. "Cum for me," I ordered. "Cum on my cock like the good girl you are."

Claire didn't need to be told twice. With a broken cry, her orgasm crashed over her, her pussy pulsing around my cock as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body. My own cock twitched inside her as I spilled myself, my cum filling her in hot, thick spurts.

"That was just the beginning," I smiled, kissing her. "Now I'm going to blindfold you, then I will gag you."

Before Claire could protest, I flipped her onto her stomach again, this time pulling her up onto her hands and knees. I didn't give her a chance to adjust and thrust into her in one smooth motion, my cock filling her completely.

"Fuck!" Claire cried, her nails digging into the sheets as I set a fast pace. I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh as I fucked her, my balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. The sound of our bodies coming together filled the room, the wet, obscene noises of sex mixing with Claire's moans and my own grunts.

"You take my cock so well," James groaned. "Like you were made for it."

"Oh no," she panted. "Don't you remember why I am letting you do this? Soon, we will part ways and I will be used by several other men, and possibly women."

I didn't appreciate being reminded of that and increased my pace.

"Is it over?" Claire asked once we came again.

"Oh no," I said, my hand sliding down to cup her ass. "Next, I tie you to the chair. Then, I fuck that pretty little ass of yours."

Claire's breath hitched.

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A Few Hours Later

*Please cum,* she had moaned weakly as I returned to her gaping asshole.

*Where do you want me to cum?* I had asked as I rhythmically fucked her asshole, pinning her legs to her chest.

*In my ass, baby,* she tried to moan seductively as she looked up at me, her septum piercing accenting her pale face and dark eyes.

But more about that in the next chapter.

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