Her Breeding Bull Billionaire

By: Francis Ashe

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.



“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.

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