The Billionaire's Game (Breeding Gangbang Billionaire)
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The start of a family was in Emily and Will's future, but when Emily's gynecologist makes a highly indecent proposal, the origin of that family is quickly called into question. With piles of money in the back of her mind, Emily may be tempted by more than the paycheck that comes from being a billionaire's gameboard. More
The start of a family was in Emily and Will's future, but when Emily's gynecologist makes a highly indecent proposal, the origin of that family is quickly called into question. With piles of money in the back of her mind, Emily may be tempted by more than the paycheck that comes from being a billionaire's gameboard.
This 5500 word short story is not intended for readers under the age of 18, containing descriptions of graphic sexual encounters that include oral sex, anal sex, breeding, cuckolding, and gangbangs.
Formerly "Bred By Money".
The destination was what Emily had expected. A modern beach house, stationed at the end of town, in a gated community. She had to use a pass to get by. Dead silence greeted the couple left their car and approached the home. The contract didn't tell her what to wear, so she felt pretty clueless. This wasn't a party, or a get together with old friends. The closest she thought of was a business deal, so she chose her typical office blouse and a simple black skirt, with low heeled shoes and a no frills purse. Will had chosen a similar vein of attire, although in more of business casual sense of jeans and a collared shirt. Emily pressed the door bell, and prepared to present herself. Her mind was racing, as she had little idea what to ultimately expect of the evening ahead of her. The door was cracked open, with a blonde woman looking through. "Yes?"
"Um...I'm Emily Matthews. I'm here for..." the gangbang? Should she be so forward about it? "Uh, Dr. Seger arranged for my...appointment?"
The blonde opened the door wholly. "Ah, tonight's attraction. Come on in." Emily was taken aback. The woman, a few years younger than Emily, maybe straight out of college, appeared to her in only an apron and high heels. She waved her in, but stopped Will from entering. "And you are?"
"I'm her husband."
"...You know what she's doing right?"
"...You know you aren't needed?"
"...No, but I'm very concerned."
The maid looked him up and down. "...They didn't say I can't let friends and family in, so I guess you can. Don't know why you're doing that to yourself." Will came in behind, and the maid shut the door. She turned to Emily who was taken aback by the class of the place, everything modern, made of glass and clear. "Follow me. Do I need to explain again on what to expect?"
"No, no. I'm fine." She's thought about all too much already.
The maid took her purse and stood before a closed door. "Go on down. Try to enjoy yourself."
The moment of truth. She opened the door. She took one last look at Will. Will nodded, having already accepted there was no talking her out of it. She began to walk down the stairs. Will tried to follow.
"No you don't. They just want her. Go take a seat in the den. You'll know when their done."
"But I don't care what you think." Not wanting to start a fight with a naked woman in an apron, Will listened for now, and went to the den, eying the stairway as he walked away from it.
Emily hit the bottom of the stairs and found dim light. She stepped forward, and spotted a large black leather couch in front of her. "...Hello...?" Her face was grabbed and she felt a strong chin and set of lips touch her own with a powerful smooch. Lifted up out of her heels by brute force, she was tossed onto the couch. Emily looked up and saw her assailant. White, with perfectly styled brown hair, not any of it out of place. His square jaw defined him as handsome in her eyes. He followed her and thrust his tongue into her lips, throwing off her guard. He reached to the top of her blouse, and ripped downwards, tearing it apart, sending her buttons everywhere. He let up on the kiss, and Emily saw into his eyes for the first time, she saw a man possessed.
"I like when they try to dress nice. Makes it all the more satisfying."