Fucking my boss's daughter Ch-07

7th chapter of fucking my boss's daughter

The scotch burned satisfyingly down my throat as I stared at Claire's text. A grin spread across my face. She was learning her place. I typed: "Soon."
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For those who are seeing me for the first time, I am James Smith. This is my story of how I got to live in my Boss's mansion and get to fuck his hot 18 yr old daughter.

If you want to understand the entire context of this story, please read the previous chapters. If you just want some good smut, you can read it independently also.
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When I finally pulled up to the Shell mansion, the air was thick with tension. Eleanor met me at the door, a glass of wine in her hand, a knowing smirk on her lips. "He's been in his study all night, drinking and making calls. Trying to find a way out of the mess you've put him in."

"Let him try," I said, shrugging off my jacket. "Every move he makes just digs the hole deeper. Where is she?"

"In your room. Waiting." Eleanor's eyes gleamed. "She's been a very good girl. I've been giving her... refresher courses on what's expected of a wife in your position."

I didn't doubt it. I pushed open the door to my bedroom.

Claire was on the bed, but not under the covers. She was kneeling in the center of the mattress, wearing only a sheer, white lace negligee that did little to hide the new, subtle curve of her belly. Her hands were clasped behind her back, pushing her chest forward.
"Hello husband." She whispered, her voice joyful and seductive. "How about we seal this marriage?"

I tilted her chin up with my finger, forcing her to meet my gaze. Her eyes were wide, a mixture of fear and a dark excitement.

"You are mine, Claire," I said, my voice low and firm. "You are my wife. You are carrying my child. Your body, your loyalty, your pleasure—they all belong to me. Do you understand?"

She nodded. "Yes darling."

"Good girl." I released her chin and began to unbutton my shirt. "Now, show me what Eleanor has been teaching you. Show me how a Vice President's wife welcomes her husband home."

She crawled forward on her knees, the movement fluid and graceful. Her small hands, which had been clasped behind her, came up to my belt.

I let her work, enjoying the sight of her, so innocent-looking yet performing such a debased act. When she finally freed my cock, she didn't hesitate. She took me into her mouth, her lips soft and warm. Her technique was still a little clumsy, but her enthusiasm was undeniable. She was trying so hard to please me.

I tangled my hand in her hair, guiding her, setting the rhythm. "Look at me," I commanded. Her eyes, watering slightly, lifted to meet mine. "That's it. Take all of it. Show me you're a good wife."

She obeyed, taking me deeper until she gagged, her eyes watering more freely. I held her there for a moment, asserting my dominance, before letting her pull back, gasping for air. A string of saliva connected her swollen lips to my shaft.

"On the bed," I ordered. "On your back. I want to see my child while I fuck you."

She scrambled to obey, lying back and spreading her legs without being told. I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself between her thighs.

I entered her in one hard, deep thrust. She cried out, a sound of pain and pleasure that was music to my ears. I didn't give her time to adjust. I set a brutal pace, my hips slamming against hers, claiming her, reminding her of exactly who she belonged to. The bed creaked, the headboard thumping against the wall.

"Tell me," I grunted, my breath hot against her ear. "Tell me who you belong to."

"You!" she gasped, her nails digging into my back. "I belong to you, James!"

"Say my name again."

"James! Oh, God, James!"

I could feel her tightening around me, her mind succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure. I wanted to reshape her into the perfect, obedient wife. I reached down and rubbed her clit with my thumb. Her back arched off the bed, a scream on her lips as her orgasm crashed through her.

The sight of her, lost in ecstasy, completely at my mercy, sent me over the edge. I buried myself deep inside her one last time, my own release flooding her.

I collapsed on top of her for a moment, before rolling off. I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, my heart hammering in my chest. Claire curled up against my side, her head on my chest, her breathing still ragged. I was sure that Claire's dad had heard her bieng fucked like a whore, and I loved it.

After a few minutes, the door creaked open. Eleanor stood there, holding two glasses of champagne.

"I see the two of you have come to an understanding," she said, her voice a purr. She walked in and set the glasses on the nightstand, her eyes lingering on Claire's naked, flushed body. "A good foundation for a marriage." She looked at me, her expression full of lust. "You've done well, James."

She sat on the edge, her hip pressing against Claire's.

Claire flinched slightly, her eyes widening as she looked from her mother to me. She started to pull the sheet over herself, but Eleanor stopped her with a firm hand on her wrist.

"None of that, darling," Eleanor said, her voice soft but commanding. "A wife in your position doesn't hide from her husband. Or from her mother." She leaned down, her face hovering just inches above Claire's.

Eleanor's thumb stroked the inside of Claire's wrist. "You've sealed the bond with your husband," she continued, her eyes locked on mine. "Now it's time for his mother in law to welcome him to this new life."

I watched, my spent cock beginning to stir back to life at the scene before me. Eleanor leaned in and captured Claire's lips in a kiss that was anything but maternal. It was deep, passionate and soo hot. Claire stiffened, a muffled sound of protest caught in her throat, but Eleanor held her fast, her other hand coming up to cup Claire's breast, her thumb brushing over the still-sensitive nipple.

Claire's resistance melted. Her body, already primed by my rough fucking, responded to this. Her hands, which had been pushing weakly at her mother's shoulders, now clutched at the silk of her robe. A soft moan escaped her lips, and she began to kiss Eleanor back.
Eleanor broke the kiss and looked at me. She stood and, with a single, fluid motion, let her robe fall to the floor. Her body was a full and perfect, just like it should be.

She climbed onto the bed, straddling Claire's face. "Your husband filled you, my dear," Eleanor said, her voice thick with lust as she lowered herself toward Claire's mouth. "Now it's your turn to taste the woman who made this all possible. To thank me for giving you to him."

Eleanor's thighs framed her face. Claire extended her tongue. Eleanor let out a long, satisfied sigh as she began to rock her hips, using her daughter's mouth for her own pleasure.

I moved behind Claire, who was now on her hands and knees, her face buried in her mother's cunt. Her ass was raised in the air, a perfect invitation. My cock was rock hard again. I positioned myself at her entrance, still slick with my cum and her juices.

I thrust into her again, hard and deep. Her muffled cry of pleasure was lost against Eleanor's flesh. The three of us moved together. I fucked Claire with long strokes, claiming her from behind while her mother claimed her from the front. Eleanor reached down and tangled her fingers in Claire's hair, holding her in place.

"Yes, James," Eleanor gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Fuck her. Remind her who owns her body."

The room was filled with the sounds of our flesh slapping together, of Eleanor's moans, and of Claire's whimpers of overwhelmed ecstasy. I reached around and found Claire's clit, rubbing it in time with my thrusts. Her entire body began to tremble, her orgasm building.

"Come for us, Claire," I commanded, my voice harsh with my own impending release. "Come on your man's cock while you eat your mother's pussy."

And she came. The clenching of her inner muscles sent me over the edge, and I poured another hot load into her already-claimed womb. Above us, Eleanor cried out her own release, grinding down against her daughter's face.

We collapsed in a tangled heap. Eleanor was the first to move, disentangling herself. She picked up her robe and the two glasses of champagne.

She handed one to me and took the other for herself, then looked down at the bed where Claire lay, a dazed, fucked-out mess, covered in our combined fluids.

"To the family," Eleanor said, raising her glass in a toast.