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

Ashleigh, a determined, beautiful and fit woman nearing thirty needs a man who can fulfill needs that her husband, Jeff, cannot. For years they've been happily living the cuckold lifestyle. She's become ready for another step, but she is not quite sure what that means - until one day, in a flash of insight, Ashleigh thinks of just the thing: a baby. But not by Jeff.

Her husband helps her sift through stacks of breeding bull applications, looking for a certain something. That certain something – or rather, someone – happens to be the mega-rich, and incredibly dominant Clark Richards, hot-shot CEO. After an office interview, Richards accepts the two and agrees to give the couple what they’ve both been wanting: a real man between Ashleigh’s legs, and a baby in her belly.

Warning: This 9000+ word steamy erotic tale features cuckolding, a dominant billionaire bull, breeding sex, a trial blowjob, a loving, but half-****** husband, rough bondage, hard spankings, deep throating, an internal ***shot, impregnation fetish, and a cuckolded husband licking up the remnants of the man who filled his wife.

Excerpt:

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.

“Good.”

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 **** your wife. That you were going to get my **** 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 **** your wife, *** inside her, and you’re going to raise my child.”

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