My White Billionaire Bundle (BWWM Billionaire Romance)

by Claire Fenton

  “How are some men born with so many gifts?” I said. My hands went to his rock hard chest, fingers splayed to take in the magnificent breadth of it. It seemed to go on forever in each direction, an horizon of virile masculinity. I wanted to know each ripple of muscle, each crevasse in his flesh. My hands wrapped around behind his jacket and dropped lower. His ass was amazing, and I felt it flex under my fingertips.

  “Just lucky, I guess,” he said, grinning. He kissed his way down my neck, his teeth grazing my shoulder. His hands went behind my back. His fingertips pressed against the thin fabric of my dress, the grooves and ridges of my spine like keys on a piano. “Though I have to admit, I am torn,” he whispered against my neck.

  “Torn about what?” I said, gasping as his big strong hands scooped up my ass. My legs separated and wrapped around his waist, my ankles locking together behind him. “Let me guess,” I said. “You’re not sure how you want to take me first.”

  He got that look in his eyes, the one that told me soon he would be on top of me, behind me, inside me. He lowered me, my aching crotch rubbing against his hard cock through his pants. He stared at me intently, his whole focus on me. “I’m always sure of what I want. Whether it’s business or pleasure, I know what I want.” He punctuated this sentiment by pressing against so hard I could have taken his pulse with my clit. “But I’m not an animal. I have to think of the expectations of society. Decorum, if you will.”

  “Sometimes you’re an animal,” I said. My need for him was threatening to burn me up inside. I thrust a hand down between us, snaking into his pants. I found my prize, teasing my fingers through his trimmed undergrowth. He was like a marble pillar, fully engorged and ready for me. His tip was leaking pre-cum, his balls unable to control the need to spill their contents. “I think you have less control over yourself than you think,” I said, my hand dipping lower and caressing his heavy balls.

  “It’s time to get ready,” he said, his hands lowering me.

  “What?” I protested, my legs unwrapping, my pussy screaming for him. I was dizzy with my need for him. Now to go unfulfilled was just unthinkable. It was cruel. I smiled coyly, my finger and thumb seizing his zipper. “Maybe just a taste?” I said as I lowered it. I could see his dragon begin to spill out from his castle.

  “It’s time to get ready, Tina,” he said, pulling his zipper back up. “What you feel right now, that’s good. Use it,” he said, tipping my chin up towards his face. “You’re so beautiful right now.”

  I looked up at him, his dark eyes seeing right into my soul. “But we’ll be together later?” I said, biting my lip.

  “Yes,” he said.

  “When?” I said, squirming.

  “Not soon enough,” he said, kissing me deeply.

  I smelled his cologne, savored the hard press of his lips against mine. I could do this. “What do I need to do to get ready?”

  “Come into my bedroom,” he said, taking me by the hand. We walked into his bedroom and he turned on the light. On his bed several items were laid out.

  “Oh,” I cooed, walking over to a large red leather corset. “This is beautiful.” I ran my hands down the hardened shiny leather, feeling each smooth contour. The laces were white woven silk. It was heavy and solid with triple reinforced stitching.

  “I knew you’d like it,” he said, his voice hinting that he was pleased with himself. “Have you ever worn a corset?”

  “No,” I said. “Help me put it on!” I peeled off my clothes, leaving them behind without a second thought. I stepped into the top and pulled it up into place, my boobs sliding perfectly into place.

  “Like a glove,” he said. “I’m going to tighten the laces now. You’re going to feel pressure, and it will be a little harder to breath. But don’t panic, your body will adjust.”

  I heard whirring as silk slid through the grommets and the corset tightened. I concentrated on my breathing, keeping it steady despite the feeling of being a python’s lunch. Then it stopped getting tighter and Mr. Stannis tied it off. It no longer felt crushing, it just felt like I was being held. It felt like armor, like I was being protected.

  “All done,” he said. “How does it feel?”

  “It feels strange. Different, but good. Different for sure,” I said. My bare nethers stood out starkly, my puffy pussy lips bare to the cool air of the room. My dampness ran a cool streak down one thigh. I looked back on the bed and saw the rest of my outfit. I picked up the tail plug. My tail plug. “Would you be so kind?” I said, handing it to him. I crawled onto the bed on all fours.

  “With pleasure,” he said. He opened his mouth, his tongue emerging to slather the silicone knob end with his saliva. He put one knee on the bed and bent down.

  “Oh!” I gasped as his mouth pressed in between my ass cheeks.

  “Mmmmphmm,” he grunted. His tongue darted out, licking and rimming my tight asshole. He pressed the tip of his tongue at my entrance and wiggled delightfully, sending waves of pleasure through me. His hands pulled my asscheeks apart, spreading me open for him.

  “Please,” I said. I felt my pussy dripping with anticipation, eager for him to mount me. The rhythm of our bodies, the crushing weight of him on top of me.

  “No,” he said.

  “Please,” I begged. I didn’t care if I sounded pathetic, this was too much for anyone to take.

  “I said no,” he said. Then his hot tongue was replaced by the cooler plug of my tail. He spat down between my ass cheeks and pressed the tail forward.

  I stuck my fingers in my mouth and sucked, like I was instructed. My sphincter relented, and the plug slid up inside me. The tail lay against the backs of my thighs. “Thanks,” I said, hoping he caught my displeasure at this ceaseless teasing.

  “This isn’t easy for me either, Tina,” he said, his hand brushing against my cheek. “You have no idea how badly I want you. How badly I need you. But if we start that now, it will be hours before I’m done with you,” he said.

  Hearing those words made me weak at the knees and I had to steady myself against the bed. “I’ve never been to a party like this,” I said.

  “Very few people have,” he said, putting on my collar and leash. “And the pageant tonight should be something spectacular.”

  “When does it all start?” I said.

  A large bell rang three times from right above us on the roof. A low, droning sound.

  “It just did. The old fire bell system, now used for more celebratory purposes,” he said. “Until dawn, the building is sealed. No one in or out. Every guest is here for the party. And you’re here for me,” he said, leaning down from behind me to suck on my earlobe.

  I moaned and leaned back against him. “As you wish,” I said.

  “Let’s not keep the party waiting too long,” he said, handing me a white masquerade half-mask.

  —

  The elevator doors opened into the lobby. I don’t know how Denise did it, but it didn’t look like the lobby at all. Red and gold sashes and scarves covered everything. The lobby was full of people. There were men in tuxedos, ladies in designer evening gowns.

  And there were the pets. Dozens of us. Men and women both, looking primped and dapper. One older woman, elegant and stately in her ball gown, had three pets. Two were big black studs in leather harnesses, their cocks hanging low between their legs. The third was a redheaded woman, her fiery hair braided immaculately.

  Mr. Stannis walked out of the elevator, slowly enough for me to comfortably crawl at his heel. I could feel the eyes of the room drift towards us. Two levels of eyes, the owners and the pets. Everyone wired up for this celebratory spectacle, juices flowing and cocks twitching.

  As we came down in the elevator, my nerves felt like they were going to get the best of me. But now, all that melted away. I felt like the belle of the ball, even if I was on all fours. I knew the men around us all wanted to fuck me, and the women all wanted to be wanted in that way. I smiled lustfully, letting my ass sway a little more, my tail swishing l
eft and right.

  We mingled in the crowd, Mr. Stannis making pleasant small talk with an older man from behind his masquerade mask. No business, all pleasure. Like old friends asking about vacations and hobbies. The older man’s pet looked like a Persian guy. He was thin, but his skin was perfect. A cock ring was cinched tight around his cock and balls. He sat back on his ankles, his cock standing up straight and red. His eyes went over my body, liking what he saw.

  I could hear Mr. Stannis and the other man talking, but it like background noise. I was focused on this other pet and his enthusiastic cock. I watched him put his fingers in his mouth and coat the head of his prick with his spit. He swirled his fingers around his straining head.

  I slowly turned around, giving this olive skinned man a peak at my sex through my tail. His eyes were glued to the prize veiled by my tail, and I swayed back and forth, teasing him. I knew he was going wild, and the attention was very exciting.

  “Bad girl,” Mr. Stannis said sternly. A yank on the leash brought my head around. “You’re not allowed to tease the other pets. You’ve got him all worked up now.”

  I looked over and saw the old man giving his pet a talking to as well. The young Persian guy nuzzled the other man’s hand and rested his head against his crotch. His cock was still at full attention.

  “Don’t do it again, or I will have to punish you,” he said, the huskiness in his voice a mixture of warning and eager promise.

  I sighed and looked around. The regal old lady with the three pets was sitting on a velvet covered bench, her two studs kneeling to either side of her. Her redhead pet was between her legs, underneath that flowing evening gown. I saw two feet sticking out, but aside from the rhythmic motions of her eating the older woman’s pussy, nothing else seemed out of the ordinary.

  Mr. Stannis left the man he was speaking to and walked down into a side room, me crawling after him. In the next room there was a bar, and he got himself a drink. More couches and tables filled this room, many guests already enjoying having a good time. The cloying smell of sex and sweat hung in the air.

  On top of one table was a huge wire dog crate with a nubile Latina inside. She sat on her haunches, glancing around the room with a restless gaze.

  There was what I took to be a massage table on one side of the room. Lying on top of it was a fair skinned man, totally naked except for the collar around his neck. His owner stood next to the table, greeting those who approached.

  There was a hole in the bottom of the table, and the pet’s genitals hung down below it. Several women in fine dresses were down below, taking turns sucking from the dangling cock and giggling at the novelty. One woman’s arm rigorously pumped the cock until a stream of white seed spilled out onto the floor. All the ladies clapped appreciatively and patted the pet on his ass before leaving.

  On a chaise lounge chair on a raised pedestal, four men were taking turns fucking a raven haired pet. They laid their tuxedo jackets on chairs and watched in silence as the man whose turn it was put her into various positions. Her grunts and moans carried through the room, her orgasmic cries bringing glances and grins as others watched.

  A swishing sound brought my head around and I saw Maggie squatting next to me. She was busy servicing the man standing in front of her. Her eyes were closed, and I watched her deep throat him to the point of gasping, long stretches of saliva bridging from his cock to her mouth.

  I could feel my pulse speeding up, my heart hammering in my chest. My chest grew warm as it flushed, and for a few moments the cinch and pressure of the corset returned as I breathed too fast. My mouth watered as I imagined the taste of that man, his smooth skin sliding over my tongue. Then that moment of ecstasy mixed with fear as his manhood slid down my throat, choking me in that most wonderful way.

  She swallowed and looked over at me, her eyes going sharp for a second. Then they relaxed, and she took her master’s cock back in her mouth. He was a younger guy, and I presumed him to be DJ Blue. With steady practice, Maggie engulfed him in a single smooth motion. I could see the bulge of his uncircumcised cock in her throat. He withdrew himself, wiped her spit off his member, then put himself back in his pants.

  “Gotta save something for you later,” he said, bending over to kiss her on the lips. He struck up small talk with the bartender.

  “Did you enjoy the show?” Maggie said, wiping her mouth.

  “I, well…yes,” I said. I couldn’t deny that watching her had gotten me excited. My pussy lips were super sensitive, the soft kisses from the tail tassels driving me mad with every movement of my hips. I needed relief but I feared it was still a ways off.

  “So what do you think of the party?” she said, pulling a tiny mirror from her outfit to check her hair.

  “It’s something, alright. It’s like that Tom Cruise movie!” I said scandalously.

  “Don’t be ridiculous. There was way more gay stuff in Top Gun,” she said, grinning.

  A man in a formal Victorian butler outfit walked into the room. His over coat was dark red with long tails. His white hair stuck out around his blue feathered bird mask. “Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention please? We’ll be coming together in the main ballroom in fifteen minutes for the big event.” He bowed and walked out.

  A man walked from a small table to help the Latina from the cage, then walked his pet out of the room. The four men on the chaise lounge zipped up and helped the girl up, one of them steadying her walk to the bathroom to freshen up. All around the room, cocks were being put into pants and panties were being pulled back into place. Women checked their hair and makeup, men adjusted their bowties. Pets straightened their hair and adjusted their collars.

  Mr. Stannis finished his drink. He leaned down to whisper in my ear. “It’s time. I’m not going to ask if you’re ready, because you obviously are.”

  I tried to keep myself calm as I heard his words. I was wired up on sexual tension and unrelieved need.

  “You’ve come so far, I’m so proud of you,” he said, bending further down to press his lips to mine.

  I kissed him back fiercely. I dove my tongue into his mouth, tasting his heady mix of expensive scotch and arrogance. I needed more of him, but I knew I would have to wait just a little bit longer.

  He broke off our kiss and took my leash in his hand. He wrapped the leather around his hand several times, until the collar pulled against my neck. I saw the bulge of his cock in his pants, this power dynamic setting him on edge. I knew he needed me as badly as I needed him.

  Without another word, he walked me into the hallway, my tail swishing with each crawling step.

  —

  My stomach was doing butterflies as I watched the judge finish up with the pet on stage. I was next, the last of the evening. We’d seen dozens of pets marched up, lead around the stage on their leash, and inspected by the judges. The crowd stood, their attention rapt on stage as the man on the leash crawled up onto the examination table on all fours.

  “It’s got to be hot up there,” I said.

  Bright lights shone down on the pet. His mistress stood next to the table, holding the leash. The judge motioned to her, and she walked up to her pet. Her hands stroked him lovingly, and he nuzzled her midriff.

  “It is, in both senses of the word,” Stannis said, watching the stage.

  The mistress gave a hand signal and the pet flipped around, his legs spread to give the audience a view of his engorging cock. His dark skin showed no tan lines, and his pale skinned mistress with a billowy cloud mask began undressing. She propped one leg up onto the table, giving her pet and the audience a clear view of her trimmed bush.