Poor Little Rich Girl (reluctant teen billionaire breeding) (2 page)

“Just relax…”

Mason stood and I pouted
involuntarily when I felt his hand come off my ass. Without a word
he grabbed my blankets and pulled them to the side, letting them
fall in a heap on the floor. I didn’t dare move, I just tried to
relax like he said. I felt so self-conscious lying there in my
tight white tank top and underwear. Could he see my pussy up the
leg hole? I had no idea. Would he like that I was completely
hairless down there? I had no idea. I felt so vulnerable in front
of this vastly more experienced man, when all my preparations,
mental and otherwise, had been for a boy my own age.

Mason unbuttoned a comfortable
looking shirt that could have been worn as part of an expensive
suit for all I knew and I watched as his upper body was revealed to
me for what I realised was the very first time. I’m sure my lips
parted slightly with lust as I saw the kind of sculpting an
expensive personal trainer had been able to impose on Mason’s chest
and abs.

The obsidian-haired billionaire
looked down on me with unrestrained hunger as his shirt was
discarded and he turned his attention to his pants. I watched,
rapt, as he first undid the button and then the zip, pushing his
custom made clothing to the ground. Mason kicked off his socks,
leaving him wearing only a tight-fitting pair of mid-rise briefs
that hugged a huge erection.

All the sex-ed classes in the
world hadn’t prepared me for being so close to a hard cock. To
know, academically, that when a man gets sexually aroused the blood
rushes to his penis is one thing. To see a long, hard, dick in real
life and know the man wielding it wanted to put it inside me was
entirely different. I whimpered a little, half in anticipation and
half in fear.

Without taking his briefs off,
Mason climbed back on the bed between my legs and knelt there, in
the most privileged position I’d ever let a man be, gazing at me in
obvious appreciation. I’d always been so self-conscious about my
body, I thought I was too skinny and with these big boobs that
weren’t in proportion at all. The way the muscular man was visually
devouring me helped ease my inhibitions and I very slightly parted
my legs even further, caring less if my pussy was on display via
the loose leg hole of my boxers.

Mason reached down and tugged at
my underwear, any concerns about whether he could see my hairless
slit soon becoming utterly obsolete as the only clothing on my
lower body slid down my thighs, over my knees and finally I lifted
my feet off the mattress so he could remove it completely. He
brought his fingertips back to my body, lightly tracing them around
on my newly hair-free mound and sending sensations immeasurably
more intense through my body than my own fingers had been able to
inflict.

I squirmed under the unexpected
emotions, my perceptions of self-doubt and modesty trying to force
my legs shut, my feelings of ravenous lust and desperation for
release forcing them open. I was in utter turmoil, not knowing what
to do. I was so glad when Mason took that decision away from me by
lowering his head to my sex.

Mason’s tongue first made
contact with my outer labia, slowly licking along one side of my
folds and then starting again at the bottom of the other side. From
the very moment it first touched me I felt my orgasm, which had
been so very close before, begin to resurface with added
vigour.

The feeling only intensified the
longer he paid such careful attention to my now-completely-eager
sex and I felt my pussy begin adding to the wet patch it had
created earlier. Faster and faster his tongue lapped at me,
occasionally stabbing softly into my depths, dragging out my
natural lubricant and spreading it all over my sensitive
petals.

I was in heaven, I never
realised the human tongue was capable of such pleasure! I was
writhing on my bed, squashing my breasts together as I felt myself
pushed over the edge of my climax. My ecstatic moans must have
changed pitch or something because Mason chose that exact moment to
concentrate all his efforts directly on my clit and even in the
midst of my orgasm I was pushed to lofty new heights of bliss.

Mason’s tongue was flickering so
fast it felt almost like the buzz of my vibrator, which I hadn’t
had the courage to insert inside myself yet, I just held it against
my clit when I needed quick relief. The throbbing waves of pleasure
washing over me seemed to last forever, and though I wasn’t the
most reliable measurer of time at that particular moment I was
still dimly thankful that he had been able to sustain such a steady
rhythm with his tongue.

As I descended back down to my
bed and re-entered reality I saw coloured spots flashing in front
of my eyes for a while and my whole body was quivering with the
glorious effort of my orgasm. I’d never felt anything like it in my
life and didn’t even notice that Mason had ceased his assault on my
little bud and was now standing beside the bed, pushing his briefs
downwards.

Even though his underwear had
hugged his package tightly, I still couldn’t help but feel
intimidated by the size of it. Surely there was some mistake?
Surely something like that couldn’t possibly get inside my snug
little tunnel?

However, that didn’t appear to
be on his agenda immediately, as he remounted the bed he clambered
over until he was straddling my stomach. With both hands he reached
down and pulled my tank top upwards, bunching it up over my breasts
unceremoniously.

“Fucking beautiful, Tiffany, I
love your tits.”

“You don’t think they’re too
big?”

“They’re perfect,” Mason said,
squeezing them even more roughly than I had.

I ran my hands up his thighs,
curling them around to hold his firm ass as he continued to knead
my breasts, occasionally pinching my nipples, which felt like they
had been hard forever. It was an incredible sight, Mason towering
over me, dominating my field of vision with his massive cock
leaking pre-cum like it was ready to be plunged into my depths
already.

I had only just caught my breath
when I licked my lips and Mason seemed to take this as a queue to
shuffle forward and bend his hard dick down towards my face. I was
taken by surprise by his sudden insistence and turned my head to
the side.

“I can’t, I’ve never…”

“Shut up and open your
mouth.”

The way he said it would have
stopped a runaway train in its tracks, like to defy him would be to
defy the very laws of physics, it just couldn’t happen. I turned
back towards his imposing member and opened my mouth obediently,
inviting his manhood inside me.

Mason wasted no time being
gentle, paying no heed to the fact that this was my first blowjob,
and shoved his cock past my lips as if he thought my mouth could
fit the entire thing. I had to open my mouth as wide as I possibly
could to avoid touching it with my teeth, something I knew from
hushed conversations with my new friends that most men didn’t
like.

The head of his cock slid
quickly over my tongue, followed by his slick shaft, advancing ever
further and leaving the quintessential flavour of man behind. It
obviously didn’t take very long before there was nowhere else for
his length to go and his rod hit the back of my throat with a meaty
squelch, causing me to gag.

Mason pulled out until I
recovered, but instead of apologising he shoved his length back
into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat with even more force
this time if that was possible. I pushed at his hips ineffectually,
trying to get his cock out of me so that I could breathe properly,
but he completely ignored my struggles, only pulling his hips back
for the purpose of thrusting his cock forward again.

My billionaire Step-Father
fucked my face like it could take any punishment yet conceived by
man, using me like a toy. I had to learn and adapt to this new
reality quickly if I wanted to breathe. With an effort of willpower
I managed to calm myself and snatch gasps of air between his
thrusts, and soon after that I felt a small candle of pride lit
within me.

I, Tiffany Blackwood, a poor
girl from the middle of nowhere, was getting face fucked by
notorious billionaire Mason Alexander and I was taking it like a
fuckin’ champ! I rolled my eyes up at him lustily as if in
challenge and he pounded into me with what I hoped was all the
power he could muster, trying to force his cock into my throat, but
the angles just wouldn’t allow it.

Mason grabbed fistfuls of my
blonde hair in each hand and pulled my head towards his sock,
sustaining a long hard push at my throat until I felt the very tip
slip in before he pushed my head back on the pillow.

“You call that a blowjob, you
little slut? You’re going to have to get better. A
lot
better. Aren’t you?”

I was too breathless to answer
and he slapped me lightly on the cheek.

“
Aren’t
you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, who?”

“Yes, Daddy!” I gasped.

“Damn right.”

My Step-Father left me panting
and with small rivulets of saliva and pre-cum dribbling out of the
corners of my mouth while he shuffled downwards until he was
between my legs again. Mason aimed his cock at my slit like he
meant to just shove it right in.

“Wait, what about a condom?”

“I’m not using one,”

“I’ve got one in my purse, let
me just…”

“Don’t you dare.”

That voice of command again,
like my muscles were under
his
control rather than my own.
One by one I felt them relax until I was flat on my back again, my
legs spread before him presenting my virgin pussy to him like an
unconditional gift. I managed to squeak out just one last ditch
protest…

“But I’m not on the pill…”

“Then I hope you’re not busy for
the next nine months or so…”

Mason’s engorged member pushed
my delicate petals aside like a bulldozer going through a lacy
veil, arriving at my virgin entrance, the pussy I had thought would
be taken by the captain of the football team the very next night…
oh how wrong I was.

As Mason pushed forward with his
hips I offered a prayer of thanks that my slit was so wet. I even
gave thanks that he had fucked my face so hard first, thoroughly
coating his cock in slippery saliva and pre-cum, because the
burning sensation in my pussy was so intense.

When I felt the head of his cock
halt at my hymen I momentarily thought he might have changed his
mind. I wasn’t sure if the thought disappointed or relieved me, but
either way it was in error. Mason grabbed a handful of my hair at
the back of my head and seemed to pull my entire body downwards as
he pushed himself inside me to the hilt.

The pain at the back of my head
was a welcome distraction from the fire between my legs as my
Step-Father began sawing his cock in and out of my hairless
pussy.

“Oh my fucking God, Tiffany…
it’s been so long since I’ve felt a pussy like this. God damn, it
was worth waiting for.”

I blushed at the bluntness of
his commentary, but briefly felt that candle of pride flare up.
Mason’s thrusts quickly picked up pace and at some stage that fire
of pain turned into a fire of pleasure.

Our bodies slapped together over
and over again, I had to hold my breasts to stop them from being
painfully shaken up and down as the force of Mason’s fucking
slammed into me each time he bottomed out. It was an incredible
barrage of sensations and, so slowly that I didn’t know quite when
it began, I felt another orgasm approaching.

I was confused at first, having
never had an orgasm by anything except direct stimulation of my
clit, but it could not be denied that from somewhere in the middle
of that fire of pleasure, another powerful climax was being forged.
I couldn’t figure out exactly where my pleasure was coming from,
and in the middle of trying to pinpoint it I was suddenly rocked by
the onset of the orgasm that had been firing warning shots across
my bow for the last few minutes.

My pussy contracted and released
with each wave of my pleasure and, through the not-insignificant
noise of my own blissful screams, I heard Mason grunt as he blasted
my insides with a hot, sticky liquid. It felt like he was filling
me up with hot fudge sauce, the liquid served to fuel the fire of
my ecstasy rather than quench it and I squeezed him with my pussy
as hard as I could, milking him for everything I could take.

Finally we became quiet and
still, Mason’s breaths puffing softly in my ear as we basked in the
afterglow. I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my fingers
through his hair. I could never have dreamed that the losing of my
virginity would be so rough… or so pleasurable. I thought my Mom
had been walking funny since she met Mason, and now I knew why.

“Did I do OK, Daddy?” I
asked.

“Yes, baby, you did great. I
think the marriage is looking pretty solid.”

*****

That was all a couple months
ago, and Mason’s been fucking me like I was going out of fashion
ever since. After that weekend my friends noticed that I seemed to
be glowing. They thought it was because I’d let the captain of the
football team pop my cherry. The truth was I told John I wouldn’t
have sex with him, but I’d let him tell everybody he fucked me. He
had an image to uphold, after all, and I had a Daddy to keep
happy.

I have a problem now, though. I
got one of those home pregnancy tests and, well, two lines means
I’m pregnant, right?

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