Her Breeding Bull Billionaire

By: Francis Ashe

This guy is the real deal. Even though that was apparent from his private elevator only office, the car drove it home. So to speak.

Clark Richards’ back was turned to the house, illuminated by the overhead light, and it was obvious from his movements that he had a phone to one ear. The driver sat perfectly still, his white gloves on the wheel the only part of him visible through the dark glass.

“Well,” Jeff kissed me on the back of the head, “this is it. I guess. He doesn’t seem to be making any moves. How long has he been there, d’ya think?”

I just shook my head, still in shock at the thing parked in front of my house.

Finally, the driver emerged and opened the door for the man who was about to father my – our – child.

When he finally stepped out into the night, he was gorgeous. Perfectly combed hair, just the right amount of stubble across his jaw, those big shoulders and arms covered in a perfectly tailored charcoal grey suit. His trousers were obviously well-tailored, but the muscles in his thighs made them fit tightly around him nonetheless. Oh this is going to be good, oh this is going to be good.

I watched him walk up our little stone path and straighten his lapels in the reflection of the door glass. That gesture made him seem a bit more human than he had in the office when he was just perfection.

As soon as I opened the door, the spicy, delicious cologne that I smelled between his legs the day before struck me. For the first time in my life, the whiff of a scent made me a little wet. Mr. Richards’ immediacy finished the job.

“Not much time,” he said, “I have an engagement soon. Well, now, actually, but I put them off for an hour. Do you have the rope?”

Jeff nodded.


I started to reach for his hand and take him around the house, like I would any guest, but he shrugged me off.

“No, apologies and all that, but I’m not interested. I came here for one thing. You. I’ve seen houses before. I hope that wasn’t too forward?”

Oh my God, I’ve never met anyone so abrupt and straight forward. A little rude, sure, but... It’s just so...

My thoughts were interrupted by our guest speaking again.

“Alright,” he cast his gaze at Jeff, “I told you that you would be getting me ready to fuck your wife. That you were going to get my dick hard so that I could do what you can’t, or even worse, that she doesn’t want you to. How does that feel, exactly? I’m going to fuck your wife, cum inside her, and you’re going to raise my child.”

My husband’s cock was already stiff. This is exactly what he wanted.

“I... er...” he stammered and trailed off. “Th-thank you, Mr. Richards.”

“Good. At least he knows his place.” He turned his eyes to me. “How about you? Are you ready to be fucked harder and better than you have ever been? Are you ready for this? Where’s the rope?” Jeff slid the coiled up and now dummy-free cord into Mr. Richards’ hand. Our bull billionaire arched an eyebrow and stretched out the length of rope, nodding.

“Undress me. Be careful not to wrinkle the suit.” Mr. Richards said in Jeff’s direction. “And you,” he turned to me, “entertain me. Now.”

Luckily, my outfit was planned for being easy to remove.

First, I loosened the lace-up neck of my blouse and moved closer to where Jeff and Mr. Richards were positioned. Vague hints of my cleavage flashed when the shirt fell open, and although he was staring at me, most of Mr. Richards’ attention was focused on the work that my husband was doing.

With a care that belied his eagerness, Jeff began to remove the layers of fabric from Mr. Richards. By the time he was down to an undershirt and trousers, my husband was almost beside himself with excitement. His hands trembled as he fumbled with the front of Mr. Richards’ pants and belt.

“If there’s anything special, I...” Jeff began.

“Stay quiet. And you,” he gestured to me, “come closer.”

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.

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