Her Breeding Bull Billionaire (billionaire cuckoldry, impregnation and domination erotica) (4 page)

He pushed forward, slow and hard. Dropping
the belt around my throat altogether, he moved his hand to the
crook of my neck. As though warning me, Mr. Richards squeezed until
it hurt. Then, I felt the smooth, heavy heat of his ballsack touch
my snatch, and was immediately wracked with another sputter of
pleasure.
So full, so full, oh my God such good pain.

“Don’t cum.” He said in a low, raspy,
baritone. “If you do, I won’t. You can cum after I do.”

I took a deep breath.

And let it out.

Another one.

Every ounce of my concentration went to
calming my quivers.
Breathe Ashleigh. Breathe.

He pushed forward again, making sure there
was no cock at all left unsheathed. Those wonderful, smooth, heavy
balls rested against my lips, and he gave me about a half-second to
collect myself before he started tilting his hips, working his
prick in a slight rotation.

“Oh,” I gulped, “o-okay, yes sir.” Off behind
me, Jeff groaned.
I wonder if that was round two for
him.

Then, all of a sudden, Mr. Richards just
pulled out, leaving a void.

“Did I do something wrong?” My breathing was
still hard, still heavy. Slowly, the quickening pulses in my sex
began to subside.

“Were there two silks in my pocket
earlier?”

I thought back. “Two... yes, sir. The other
is over there, on the floor, I think.”

He searched the floor. In the dimmed light,
it was hard to see much, but he spotted something, and stooped
over.

“Feet together.”

Just like he did with my wrists, he lashed an
expert knot and cinched it into place. “Hmm... Alright. Now bend
down. Put your wrists near your ankles.”

I wondered why, but only briefly. Mr.
Richards snatched the belt from where it lay on the back of the
couch and secured my hands to my feet. I had a little room to move,
but not much. Something about being bound like this – about being
completely helpless – sent a shiver up my spine.
He could do
absolutely anything he wants. Neither of us would have a hope of
stopping him.
I felt a little trickle of pussy juice run down
the inside of my leg.
Oh my God I hope this is all he wants
before he gets back to ramming me.

“You look beautiful like this, Ashleigh. How
does it feel? Nice and
tight
?” On the last word, he stuck
three fingers back inside me, rotating them and dragging them
sweetly across that spot on my front wall that makes me shiver.
Already I felt my heat rise.

“Tsk, tsk. I feel these little pussy muscles
gripping me. Remember what I said. You cum again, and that’s it.
We’re done. Don’t go this far and then disappoint me.”

“Yes... yes, sir,” I whimpered, gritting my
teeth against the orgasm.

“None of this works without me. I am the most
important part of the whole thing. Don’t you agree, Jeff?” He
turned his eyes to my husband, who was still furiously tugging at
himself. Jeff nodded.

“Beg me to fuck you,” he turned back to me.
“Beg me to fill you up.”

Mr. Richards withdrew his fingers and
waited.

“Please, Mister Richards. Please fuck me
again. I promise I won’t cum.” I looked back and up at him, “Not
until you do. Please...”

“That’s a girl.”

He slid his cock up and down my slit, dipped
his head into my hole, and the back out for another stroke. I was,
by then, leaking juice all over him, and down my legs.

“So wet. So nice and wet.”

In one instant, he leveled himself against
me, took hold of my hips in his iron grip, and rammed in so hard
that I let out a pleasured scream.

Out, then in. Mr. Richards jammed his cock
harder and harder inside me. He pistoned himself faster, letting
his balls slap against my sore, inflamed lips. Each stroke brought
me one step closer to that precipice that I was straining and
fighting to avoid.

The friction in my pussy was white hot. As he
slammed into me, I felt heat rise from my loins and spread over my
belly and up my back. A tiny jet of sex juice leaked out of me. I
knew there was nothing I could do about the orgasm. I just hoped he
somehow came first.

“Not... not long now,” he said behind me, his
voice strained. “Not long.”

A hiss of air between his teeth preceded a
burst of harder, fiercer strokes – desperate, hungry ones. My knees
became weaker, and I found myself bending them despite trying to
stay upright. He said nothing, but bent his to accommodate.
Finally, it felt like he was almost holding me up by my hips,
driving that huge cock brutally inside me, ravaging and ravishing
my body.

Never, not once in my entire life, had I ever
felt that amount of urgency and sweet, deep-seated pleasure.

Seconds later, another trickle – not mine
this time – dribbled out of my pussy and down my leg. He grunted
and thrust forward again.

The single trickle turned into two, and then
I felt his cock surge, tighten, and jump inside me. Mr. Richards
sucked in a breath, and his already huge dick seemed to grow bigger
for a second before the first burst of his cum erupted.

Warm and deliciously sticky, his explosion
overfilled me and ran out in tiny streams.

The second gush of fluid came with a loud,
rumbling, groan that shook Mr. Richards’ body and let me know that
it was time for me, also, to let go.

“F-fuck!” was all I could managed to say as
my pussy walls first fluttered, and then clenched, along with the
rest of my muscles. From the back of my scalp to my calves,
everywhere on my body that could tense up, did. For the space of
two breaths, I felt my whole being fight against cumming. The cords
on my neck tightened, my crooked knees almost buckled, and then in
a brilliant, uncontrollable flash, it all released.

My vision flickered as my sex tightened
around the cock inside it, massaging from base to tip, milking out
every last ounce of Mr. Richards’ liquid.

A
whoosh
came from deep inside my body
and when the muscles released their pent-up tension, a surge of my
own juice pushed out of my body, soaking the close-cropped hair
around Mr. Richards’ prick as he slowly slid it back and forth
inside me, almost like he was teasing out every ounce of my orgasm
as I’d done his.

Supporting me with one of his thick, powerful
forearms, he gave me permission to give in and let my body be taken
by rapture. My pulses slowed and then stopped, my body resting in
his arms.

“Get on the ground,” he whispered, easing me
to the floor and lifting my legs in the air. Easily the knots on my
wrists and ankles slipped off, and the feeling of blood rushing to
my extremities sent pins and needles up my arms and calves. “Stay
just like that.”

He went to Jeff, and slipped the rope off his
feet.

“Go over there to your wife. Lick my cum off
her legs. I want you to taste the man whose child your wife is
going to carry. Go.”

Jeff shuffled over to me, and tentatively
touched his lips to my leg, near my pussy. I could tell he was
nervous, but as soon as he had the first taste, he started getting
excited. He kissed away an errant droplet and then licked up my
thigh, licking up all the mess. Slowly, he collected everything
that dripped out, and finished with a careful taste of my slit. His
lips trembled when he climbed my body to give me a kiss.

“Th-thank you, sir.” He said standing and
pulling his trousers up. “Thank you.”

Mr. Richards nodded.

“Thank me by dressing me. Get it right. I
keep a square pocket silk.”

I watched Jeff do his best to dress the
billionaire whose cum he just tasted. His hands shook a bit as he
did, but shortly, the job was done.

Straightening his beautiful tie, Mr.
Richards’ gaze passed over Jeff and fixed on me.

“If, somehow, this didn’t work, get in touch
with my secretary. I expect everything went according to plan,
though.”

I nodded, at a loss for words.

He turned and left, looking back one last
time as he closed the door.

For an hour, maybe more, Jeff cradled my neck
in the crook of his arm and we just lay there, both thinking about
what had just happened, relishing the feelings and sensations that
washed over us. And both, I’m sure, hoping for the same thing.

***

Three weeks had passed since our visit from
the billionaire bull. Jeff, as he usually did, had bought about
fifteen pregnancy tests and stayed home from work. His nervousness
was cute, in a way, but I also longed for him to take just a few of
the traits Mr. Richards had. A little more self-confidence would be
nice. A little less anxiety.

Still, he was my husband, and I loved
him.

The tender way he held out a couple of those
little sticks like I was drawing straws reminded me of his
kindness. I took one, and headed off.

“How’s it going?” Jeff called as he tromped
up the stairs and stood outside the door.

“Alright,” I had to giggle a little at his
eagerness. “Come on in. All we have to do is sit here and watch
this thing. Package says a pink plus sign will usually show up
within a minute. Says sometimes it takes five.”

He nodded.

The clock on the wall tick-tocked sixty
times. Nothing.

“Well... we might have to...” Jeff started to
say.

I shushed him.

“Look!” I said, as the vaguest of lines began
to appear. “Look at that! Holy shit!”

Jeff grabbed me, lifted me off the ground and
gave me a huge squeeze. “You did it! You did it!”

As he sat me down on my feet and kissed me, I
saw a tear well up in the corner of his eye and run down his cheek.
He kissed me again, and I brushed a hand across his face.

“
We
did it,” I said. “
We
.”

***

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Bonus Material:
Bred by My Daddy
(taboo breeding erotica)

Liz, a shy, late-blooming early-20s virgin,
is quite a daddy's girl. Well, step-daddy's girl would be more
accurate. As she prepares to move off to college, she's surprised
when her step-daddy Peter finally returns some of the teasing
affection she's tormented him with over the years. What will happen
when they unleash years of raw, pent-up sexual tension? Lizzy's
about to find out!

Warning: This 7500+ word erotic story is
dripping with steamy sex, taboo situations, and a promise of things
to come. Liz and Peter enjoy explicit oral sex (both ways),
multiple orgasms, a hand job that belies Liz’s inexperience, a
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Excerpt:

My little game went on for years. The poor
guy had no way out. My mom got a promotion in the hospital to some
sort of administrative position early last year, and so she was
forever going on these long business trips for weeks, sometimes
months on end. At that point, I was getting ready to leave for
college, and taunting Peter had become almost a strip-tease
exhibition.

I heard him sometimes in the bathroom or in
his room late at night tugging on that dick of his, sometimes
saying my mom’s name, and sometimes calling out “Liz” instead. I
couldn’t believe it the first time I stumbled across him, but I
understood. I was a little over twenty at that time, and one of the
horniest girls you’ve ever known. Problem is though, I was so shy
and so lacking in self-confidence that I’d never let a boy give me
a good hard fucking. I’d done oral a few times, and one guy had
gone down on me badly twice, stuck a finger or two in me and
fumbled around a little, but nothing serious. I wanted it so,
so
bad, but I just could never go that one last step. I
guess part of it is that of the boys I brought home or met out
somewhere, none of them ever stacked up to my daddy, Peter.

I’d listen to him in the bathroom. Close my
eyes. Imagine what his cock looked like, what he looked like
without any clothes on, and what having him split my pussy open
would feel like. If I really concentrated, I heard his hand moving
up and down his dick – that smooth rubbing sound. When he came, he
always sucked air in through his teeth in a hiss. Then he’d grunt
and sigh. I liked to pretend that while I was out in the hall with
my fingers buried in my soaking wet, aching-for-him slit, that he
imagined me underneath him, my legs pushed back so my knees were
near my head, and he was so deep inside me that his balls slapped
against my asshole every time he pumped.

When I listened to him grunt out those
orgasms and sigh, I grinded the palm of my hand hard on my clit,
made myself cum just when he did. I’d drive my fingers deep and try
to envision him spurting inside me, his jizz dripping down the
walls of my cunt and out on to the sheets.

Sometimes he went for a second round
immediately after the first. When he did that, I’d keep going too.
My thoughts made it so that he used his own cum to lube me up again
and fuck me so hard, and so fast that when he grinded into me
again, his balls sticky and hot from a mix of his cum and my pussy
juice, he wouldn’t be able to take it for more than a second before
he had to flip me over and take me from behind so he could get as
deep as possible and fill me up with another gush.

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Daddy’s Baby – Bred by My Daddy 2 (taboo pregnant sex
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