Her Breeding Bull Billionaire (billionaire cuckoldry, impregnation and domination erotica) (3 page)

Jeff pulled the tight-fighting trousers down
and felt Mr. Richards’ half-hard cock as it swelled.

“So... so big...” he breathed, a little
heavier than before. Slowly, he drew the elastic down until the
thick beginning of a cock was visible. Even soft, this man was at
least twice as big as Jeff.
That thing is going to be in me
.
I shook my hips playfully back and forth, shimmying out of my
skirt.

A thin smile stretched across Mr. Richard’s
lips when I threw my shirt to the floor in a heap.

“I changed my mind,” he whispered barely loud
enough for me to hear. “No more show. Jeff. Suck my cock. Quickly.
I want to fuck your wife as soon as I possibly can.”

Doing just as he was told, my little husband
watched in awe as the dick sprang up.

“Suck,” he said again. “And you, Ashleigh,
show me what I’m going to fuck. Show me everything.”

Quickly, I finished stripping off my clothes
and moved close enough that he could touch me. His hands physically
did what his eyes had been doing for some time now – devoured me.
As Jeff closed a fist around the base of his cock, Mr. Richards
brushed the side of my face with the back of two fingers.

His cock slid between Jeff’s lips and I heard
my husband sigh around the behemoth in his mouth. Chancing a glance
downward, the sight of my husband sucking a dick started driving me
a little wild. Almost unconsciously, I slid a hand up my body and
led the fingers that were dancing around my nipple downward and
urged them between the folds at the top of my cleft. For the first
time tonight, Mr. Richards let out a little groan as his fingers
slipped between my velvet and he felt my juice.

“That’s enough Jeff. Go get a chair, bring it
back and sit down.” Mr. Richard said, stepping back from both of us
and taking his own cock in hand for a few strokes.
God he’s
huge
, I mused as I watched him, watching Jeff.

A moment later, my husband returned with a
wooden chair and sat down.

“Good. Now, Ashleigh,” he said, bending to
retrieve the length of rope, “tie him down. Bind his feet to the
chair. He can watch, and he can touch that little prick of his, but
no getting up.” He looked back at Jeff, “Understand?”

Jeff, his mouth a bit agape, sat back in the
chair as I did what I was told. Our bulls were always strong types,
alpha types; they had to be at least a little bit. Nothing like
him, though, had ever come through our front door. Both of us, I
think, were amazed at just
how
commanding and powerful he
seemed.
He’s going to make one hell of a baby
, I thought,
cinching down the rope.

A hand tangled in my hair and pulled me to my
feet sending little tingles of thrilling pain all over my scalp.
“Mister Richards!” I yelped, before he stopped me.

“Your ad said you wanted a real man. Now you
have one.”

At that instant, I knew that whatever he
wanted to do, he could. Physically, there was nothing either of us
could do to stop him if he began crossing a line, or lots of lines.
As he slid his fingers back down my body, stopping on the way to my
pussy to pinch my nipples, I realized though that a man like this,
one who did
whatever
he wanted, was exactly what I
needed.

“Kneel.” He said, before dipping two fingers
into my slit for a moment. I let out a little moan and hesitated,
hoping he planned to play with me more.

“I said kneel.”

The fingers came out and went to my
mouth.

“Taste yourself. Lick these sweet juices off,
and then put me all the way down your throat.”

Stunned, I flicked my tongue out, savoring my
pussy, and went to my knees in front of him.

“Suck.”

My lips barely touched his tip before Mr.
Richards pushed forward, thrusting himself inside. He put one hand
underneath my chin, stroking me, almost as though he was rubbing my
neck to relax my throat. Pulling back until my tongue rested under
his glans and then ramming forward again, his cock butted against
the entrance to my throat, just like he had done in the office the
previous day. I felt, already, my pussy getting so wet that little
trickles of my sex juice ran down my thighs.

“Relax,” he said, “relax.”

Still stroking my neck, Mr. Richards thrust
again, so far into my mouth that he gagged me.

I coughed twice and tried to catch my breath.
He held me fast. Soon, my gagging calmed down and I had a moment to
wonder what he was going to do with the rest of his prick before he
pulled back again.

“Good,” he said, looking down at me with eyes
that were oddly kind, “are you enjoying this?”

My first instinct was to say “no!” and push
him away. Of course, my second instinct was the one I went with. I
reached up, grabbed the base of his big, thick rod, and urged him
back to my mouth. Turning my tongue around him made Mr. Richards
breathe heavier for a moment. That was when I noticed he still had
a hand tangled in my hair at the back of my head.

He pulled me nearer his body, making the tip
of his dick slide slightly down my throat.

Again, my instinct was shove him back. But,
as a drop of pre-cum slid down the back of my tongue, my mind
changed.

That one savory droplet turned me savage.

I grabbed him hard, relaxed my throat and
tugged him forward; something I had done before, but not for a long
time, and certainly never with a tool this huge. I gagged again as
he slid in, but the instant those heavy, hot balls touched my chin,
I didn’t care anymore.

One hand turning hard, tight circles around
his base, I let Mr. Richards move at his own pace. Unsurprisingly,
he wasn’t shy about what he wanted.

An “mmm...” escaped the man’s lips as he
pulled back and then rammed himself home again, balls slapping
against my face. The third thrust surprised me, and I gagged again.
Something about my writhing and the tightness of my throat around
his dick excited him and caused him to groan again, and push
deep.

“Your mouth, Ashleigh, your mouth is
incredible. It makes me wonder how that pussy feels.”

Off to the side, I heard Jeff grunt. He had
undone his pants and let his stiff little prick stand up free, but
he chose not to touch himself. Not yet, anyway.

Looking up at the beautiful, aggressive man
whose cock was jammed down my throat, I saw him staring, transfixed
by his rod sliding between my lips and over my tongue. He pumped
again, and again, letting his mouth drop open slightly.

He pulled back, leaving a void in me that
ached to be filled. At first, his throat-fucking hurt, but when he
stopped, that seemed worse – like he made me need something, and
then took it away, just to tease me. The look on his face told a
different story though; it told me that if he didn’t stop, the load
meant for my cunt was going to go down my throat.
Fair
enough
. Mr. Richards grabbed my hair again and dragged me back
to my feet.

As soon as I was up, he reached for his
trousers and whipped out the belt. He popped it against his palm a
couple of times, like he was thinking about his next move.

Thwap
.

Thwap!

“Get my jacket,” he said, releasing my hair.
“You’ll find something in the front pockets.”

I felt his eyes on me as I crossed the room.
At first, my hand closed around what seemed to be a handkerchief,
but when I withdrew it, I realized he had brought two swatches,
rather long ones, made of some kind of satiny material.

“Give those here. Now put your wrists
together,” a smile crept over his lips.

Expertly, he wove the material around and
between my wrists and finished with a snug slipknot that, once
tightened, did not budge when I struggled. “I wouldn’t do that,” he
said when I tried to wiggle my wrists, “that will just make it
tighter. Now, what to do, what to do with you.”

Mr. Richards circled me, striking the belt
against his palm and clicking his teeth together.

What I want you to do
is whip me
with that thing, throw me over this couch, and take me from
behind
.
God what I wouldn’t do for that to happen.

He paused behind me for a moment, and then I
felt, for the first time, the sweet sting of leather against my
ass.

“Oh!” I squealed, as the belt sent another
surge up my body.

“Do you like that? Do you like being
spanked?”

He breathed harder, almost desperate
sounding, as the leather bit again into my ass. I lurched forward,
bracing myself on my hands against the back of the couch.

Thwip!
His strikes were growing harder
and faster. Each one stung at first, warmed my flesh and left me
aching for another.

Again and again the belt slapped my ass and
every single lash made me want more.

“Please!” I begged, “Please give me more!
More and harder, Mister Richards! Please!”

He obliged me with another strike, another
stinging whack.

Then, out of nowhere, as I expected more
spankings, two of his fingers slipped inside my soaking wet,
aching-to-be-fucked hole.

Throwing my head back and writhing with
delight, I caught a glimpse of Jeff, who had started to pull on his
dick as he watched Mr. Richards ravish his wife. “Yes!” I nearly
yelled as his fingers turned inside my pussy, “yes! More! Ram those
fingers in deep!”

Mr. Richards surprised me by looping his belt
lightly around my throat and taking the two ends in his hand, like
the reins used on a horse. He tugged my head back and dragged his
fingers along my front wall, touching a spot that sent electricity
up my spine before jamming in another finger.

I drove my hips backwards, forcing his
fingers deeper.

His fingers working in circles and his palm
pushed against my clit brought me, before I knew what was
happening, to the brink.

A gentle, squeezing, tension between my legs
soon gave way to the waves of my first orgasm, and forced my body
to pulse rhythmically around those delicious fingers.

“Oh, is my dirty little girl cumming? Do you
like how it feels to have a
real
man’s fingers inside you?
Imagine what it’ll be like to have this big cock in there.” Mr.
Richards let out a soft groaning sound as he stroked his length
between my legs, withdrew his fingers and pushed his dick up
between my lips. The top of his shaft stroked against me, getting
all nice and slick from my juice. “Imagine how deep it’s going to
be. How good it’s going to feel when your tight little pussy is all
stretched out around me. You think that’ll feel good? Hmm?”

I heard Jeff let out a little sigh and caught
a glimpse of him pulling on himself as Mr. Richards reached around
my hips and pulled the head of his cock upward. Already I felt
myself begin to go weak in the knees as he grinded against my
swollen lips.
Is he – is he going to make me cum again? So soon?
Holy shit!

And then he stopped.

“Wh-why’d you stop?” I asked, whinier than I
meant to be.

“I’m not here to please you,” he replied,
“You brought me here to fuck you. That was a reward for how well
you sucked my dick. I’ll let you cum again if you keep pleasing
me.”

That was all he needed to say.

“Please, sir,” I said in my best little girl
voice, “please fuck this pussy. He,” I nodded toward Jeff, “he
never does it right. Please, please show me what a real man can do.
I’ve never - never had one before just now.” Jeff gave a little
grunt. I passively wondered if he’d made himself cum already.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He tugged on
his makeshift reins, forcing my ass against his muscled pubis and
once again, the heat of his cock permeated my body, warming me
inside and out. Mr. Richards gave me two simulated fuck strokes,
back and forth between my legs, before he loosened the belt around
my throat for a moment.

He slid his tip up and down the opening of my
slit. On the second pass, I let out a shudder as I felt him wrestle
inside my hole. Tight, still pulsing and tingly from the orgasm a
few seconds past, my pussy was ready to be filled.

The pain of Mr. Richards’ cock sliding inside
me was only partially mitigated by how incredible it felt to
stretch around his incredible girth.
I knew he was going to be
bigger than Jeff, but he’s bigger than anyone I’ve ever had.
With his cock buried halfway, he paused to give me a swat on the
ass, and then pulled out until his tip almost left me.

The forceful, insistent way that he shoved
back in surprised me. I was able to yelp out an “Aah!” before he
tugged on the reins, sticking my voice in my throat. He pulled out
again and rammed forward just a little deeper than he had been.
Again, again – harder and rougher he crammed himself inside me.
Each time he stretched my wonderfully sore, tired pussy,
electricity shot up my spine that tickled my scalp. His hold on the
belt rein eased a little, and one of his hands moved to my waist as
he pumped out and in, faster and stronger, cramming almost his full
length inside my sweetly aching sex.

“Ah! Mister – mmm... Mister Richards, is this
how a
real
man fucks a woman? You’re so strong, so big... oh
my God, I’ve never felt anything like your cock.” I looked back to
see his reaction. His face was grim, but he had a pleased look. “Is
– is my little pussy good to you? Is it... ung!” He rammed home
again and I grunted my pleasure. “Is it good enough for you?”

His answer was another smart
thwack!
and another hard thrust. The ferocity he showed was almost too
much. That swat made all the skin on my back prickle as the sting
radiated up me, and I felt yet another round of tension start to
build. My muscles tensed, and I knew that soon he’d feel my pussy
squeeze him.

“You’re – you’re making me cum again! Oh
please don’t stop, Mister Richards! Pl-please don’t stop! Fuck me
harder!”