My White Billionaire Bundle (BWWM Billionaire Romance)

by Claire Fenton

I bit my lip as I watched the pet move his face closer to her pussy, his cock twitching with excitement and desire. His tongue reached out and licked softly at her labia. Her eyes were calm and composed, struggling to remain impartial and stoic as the ecstasy washed over her.

  I’d realized that the pageant was a contest for both owner and pet. The pet was to be as sensual and sexually eager as possible. The owner was to remain stoic and empowered. Judges were watching both partners.

  I saw her face turn to the side and she shuddered. Her hand grabbed the back of his head and she ground herself against his mouth, her chest heaving with gasping breath. Jeers and cheers rose up from the crowd as the pet grabbed her ass cheeks in his hands and pinned her against his ravaging tongue. She fell back against the table as she came, her breath coming slow and labored.

  Applause rose from the crowd. Owner and pet got up off the table and bowed, laughing their way off stage in each other’s arms.

  “Showtime,” Mr. Stannis said. He led me to the edge of the stage and waited for the judge’s signal. It was a different judge this time, and I instantly recognized the stiletto pumps. Denise looked down at me through her white lightning bolt mask. She gave a nod and we walked up on stage.

  The lights were so much brighter than they looked. Dozens of theater lights hammered down on me from above, and lights on the edge of the stage shone upwards. There was no escaping them. The crowd vanished under the glare of those harsh lamps, and all I could make out was shuffling sounds in the darkness of the room beyond the lights.

  Mr. Stannis handed my leash to Denise. That transfer of power sent a chill through me. I was now under Denise’s control, and that brought a multi-layered dread with it. Would she embarrass me here? Would my performance upset her? Would I lose my internship? Lost in thought, I was snapped back to reality by her look of disappointment. Shit!

  I crawled over to be at her heel and waited.

  “Better,” she whispered. She took a moment to straighten her dress, then she walked, long quick strides to the front of the stage.

  I crawled as fast as I could to keep up. The corset dug into my chest as the polished leather held my lungs at limited capacity. My tail swished wildly across my ass as I moved across the stage in step with Denise. Denise stopped suddenly and I frozen next to her. Approving noises and a few claps came from the crowd.

  She led me to a bowl of water near the edge of the stage. The sweat dripped off me, and I was incredibly thirsty. But I waited.

  “Drink,” she said.

  I bent forward and lapped up the water. The cool refreshing water dripped down my chin and ran a cold river between my breasts. A single drop ran all the way down to my clit, bringing my neglected sex to the forefront of my mind.

  Denise walked me to the elevated table once I was done. I got on all fours and she slowly spun the table around. Murmurs rose from the audience, the judges wrote things down. She spun me around so my ass faced the crowd. She held my tail aside and spread my pussy lips apart. I heard feet shuffling as the men and women in the crowd came closer to get a better view.

  “Good girl,” Denise said calmly.

  I moaned as I felt two fingers enter me, then come back out curled.

  Denise splayed her fingers out to the crowd, a sheen of my juices coating her fingers. More soft claps rose from the crowd. I spun around and caught her fingers in my mouth, sucking them clean.

  The crowd went wild with cheers.

  I looked up at her, her eyes hardening behind her mask. “Are you trying to embarrass me?” she said.

  “It seems like she is,” Mr. Stannis said, coming up to take my leash from her. “I’ll take care of this,” he said.

  I locked eyes with Denise. I wanted her to know that I wasn’t scared of her anymore. I felt Mr. Stannis hand come down hard on my bare ass. My body rocked forward with the force. The pain was sharp and wonderful. He brought his hand down again.

  The audience cheered with each swat. This was the first spanking on stage. None of the other pets had embarrassed a judge.

  Instead of recoiling from each spank, I was getting more and more turned on. My pussy was on fire, needing my man. Needing him now. I brought my head down to the table, presenting my ass to him. Mr. Stannis hesitated, his hand stuck in midair.

  Catcalls came from the crowd as my bare ass and pussy were on display.

  “Mmmmm,” he said, his hands mauling and groping my ass and thighs.

  “Fuck me,” I said. I shook my ass in the air, my tail swishing left and right.

  He grunted, knowing what he wanted. I glanced to the side to admire him in his immaculate tuxedo. His cock was bulging in his pants, threatening to tear a hole in them.

  “You are,” he said slowly, deeply, like rumbling stones, “a naughty bitch.” He pulled my tail to the side and brought his face close to my pussy.

  I felt his hot breath as he inhaled my scent, then, unable to control himself, his mouth eagerly lapped at my puffy sex. I cried out loudly as his tongue made contact, the air catching in my throat. I pressed my pussy against his face, my asscheeks pulled apart as he tasted my full flavor.

  “Oh God,” I muttered. I couldn’t hear anything. I couldn’t hear him. I couldn’t hear the crowd. I couldn’t hear Denise. My head was full of the sound of blood rushing through me, an animal in need of of quenching this lust that was driving me mad.

  Mr. Stannis’ tongue swirled around my clit and my abs spasmed. I came hard, a dam breaking somewhere inside me. I screamed, my face contorted in exquisite pleasure as I squirted a flood of my juices. Mr. Stannis valiantly tried to swallow all of it, but a good amount covered his face and chest.

  The sound of my blood receded in my head and was replaced by something else. A thunderous applause from the crowd as they showed their appreciation. I just lay on the table, breathing in and out, adrift in the sea of afterglow.

  “You don’t get off that easy,” he said, unzipping himself.

  More catcalls from the audience as he unzipped, freeing his prick and balls. He was poised at my waiting hole.

  I cooed as he rubbed his glistening head against my slit, up and down the whole length. “Don’t fucking tease me,” I said. I didn’t care about anything besides him taking me, right now.

  “You’ve been teasing all night,” he said. The head of his cock spread my lips, tantalizing me with the feel of him so close. He went low and pressed against my sore clit, sending bolts of pleasure up through me.

  “Please,” I said.

  “Oh, now you remember manners?” he said, grinning.

  “Please,” I begged.

  He wrapped my leash around his hand and pulled. My head pulled back, my throat getting tight from the collar. He plunged into me, his bulbous head crashing past my labia and deep into my tunnel. He pushed so fast that his heavy balls swung upwards and smacked against my clit.

  The audience roared as he fucked me doggy style in front of them.

  His arm flexed, pulling my collar as hard as he could. The blood pooled in my head as my breath was caught in my throat. I felt my head grow warmer as he pounded into me, his cock hammering me with abandon. My tail plug pressed down against his cock with each stroke, feeling like I had two men inside me.

  He leaned down against me, his other hand reaching up to grope my breast through my leather corset. His tuxedo coat felt smooth against my sweaty skin, and his mouth kissed the back of my neck and shoulder as he pumped into me. “You like being on display, don’t you?” he whispered into my ear.

  Hearing that, I began bucking back against him, giving everyone in the room an even more raucous spectacle. Me, in corset and collar, bucking back against this handsome stud in a tux as he rammed into me from behind on a stage. The totality of the situation drove me wild, and I came again, my pussy clamping down around his cock, milking him.

  “Unnnh!” he grunted, slamming into me deeply as his cock erupted. Pulse after pulse of hot liquid filled me, and his shuddering breath blew past my ear. Once
he was spent, he slipped out of me, leaning back against the table.

  I felt our cum ooze out of me and drip down onto the table, eliciting an ovation from the standing crowd who were all as close to the stage as they could be. I felt Mr. Stannis’ hand close around mine, and I knew we’d done well.

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