Rich Man's Fertile Little Virgin (Breeding Erotica)

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A VIRGIN'S WOMB TO SAVE A MARRIAGE!

Virgin Tammy's fantasies are running amok,
ever since her mother married the wildly rich and successful
tycoon, Stephen LaVenia. Sneaking next to their master suite and
listening to their rough passion is her guiltiest pleasure.

One day, a stolen kiss in the conservatory
shakes up young Tammy's world forever. At first, Mr. LaVenia is
reluctant to indulge her fiery lusts, but a conversation with his
infertile and open minded wife makes everything crystal clear.

Now, the dominant and aggressive man is free
to seduce his little virgin and unleash her darkest desires. Mr.
LaVenia's after an heir, and he won't give up until his seed
ravages her unprotected womb...

Warning: This story
features hard breeding sex, virgin submission, and explicit
language.
Word count: 11,500+ words.

I woke up in a cold sweat, legs trembling,
my panties completely drenched. The nighttime sounds my mother made
with her new husband were beginning again, filling the still
darkness with fire.

Deep hunger resonated in my limbs.

As I'd done before, I sat up in bed,
rearranging my thin white gown. My feet padded on the cool stairs
and then around the corner leading to the long hallway, toward
their master suite.

I stopped at the tightly closed door,
listening to the sounds within. Mom's breath hitched, hissing like
a steam engine going off the rails, later rising to a shrill
boil.

“
Oh, God, Stephen. You're
going to fucking break me apart if this continues!”

Mr. LaVenia groaned. I imagined his powerful
body moving between her legs, straining soft flesh and the wooden
bed frame beneath them each time he thrust forward.

Mom swore, shifting her hips, sweating and
quaking as he ravaged her. My dreams blurred into a reality charged
with fine particles of lust.

My sex gushed and my knees shook. I leaned
against the wall for support, sighing softly as I sang dark
prayers, wishing I could replace my Mom in that bed.

One hand slowly started to run across my
burning thigh, gently crawling toward my wetness.

Mr. LaVenia struck again,
this time a little faster. His beats quickened, leveled deep inside
her. Mom moaned, as if he
really
were splitting her open, lighting her up from the
primal heat of his friction.

My nerves pulsed. Once, I nearly blacked
out, but brought myself back to life by laying two trembling
fingers between my soft virgin lips.

I found my clit, that heavenly little nub,
and started to rub.

Pleasure like honey oozed through my system,
drowning me from within. I dove deep, jumping through rings of fire
formed by my own nerves. I splashed in my nascent virgin ego, and
never, ever wanted to come up for air.

I wanted to be suffocated in ecstasy. Worse,
I'd wanted Mr. LaVenia to do it from the first time my mother
introduced us.

I remembered that happy meeting, not long
after my Sweet Sixteen. Even then, the big man grasped my hand like
none of the little boys in High School could.

“
What a beautiful young
girl you are,” he'd told me. “Alabaster skin, bright eyes, soft
dark hair...why, you're just like one of those lovely hand painted
dolls I used to see in small Swiss villages during business
trips.”

Little doll. That was his name for me. Being
christened with such an adorable title by this godly man was a
prison and a paradise all at once.

It told me I was cute-as-a-button.
Borderline sexy, maybe, but too young and too related to the wrong
woman to fuck properly.

Regardless, it didn't soothe my fantasies.
Oh, no.

I'd sworn off the meager touches offered by
the boys in my classes for two years after meeting my new father,
all the way to graduation. My virginity stayed intact, protected by
my stupid and sexy dreams, salvaged and saved for the most
improbable hope of one day fucking Mr. LaVenia dry.

Mom's breathing shifted, and I knew she was
about to come. I sounded exactly the same way – even though I'd
never gotten a chance let it out like she did with a man, howling
like a wildcat drunk on bloodlust.

The bed snapped and screamed with her. My
clit throbbed against my thumb, hot as living diamond.

I wanted to come with her, but not until I
heard Mr. LaVenia let out his guttural release. Hearing him was
what I craved most, the only thing that dampened the selfish
sickness of listening to my own mother orgasm.

A second later, I got my wish. The springs
cracked. I imagined him hurling his body like a granite slab, until
his huge cock pressed against her womb, swelling and exploding in a
blizzard of fire and starry dust.

His release sounded like sandpaper. Climax
tore at his throat, stealing his breath away, locking his muscles
with mother's.

They were like one. Even though I couldn't
see a thing behind the door and the wall, I imagined it crystal
clear in my mind.

Their flesh rippling with their heartbeats,
spasming muscles twitching in unison, Mom holding her most soft and
supple recesses open to his torrent.

Oh, God. If it were me in there...

I slid against the wall, my hand going crazy
between my thighs. Rich heat caught my brain and triggered its long
sought release.

I came, biting my bottom lip hard. My teeth
cinched together, keeping raspy pleasure from spilling out of
me.

The sounds of my parents gasping and fucking
faded from my mind as my entire head throbbed. But the images
didn't.

They were just as sharp, whipsaw hot and
beautiful. In my imagination, I replaced my mother, and I felt Mr.
LaVenia ripping through my virginity and filling me with his feral
seed.

I wished as I came, just like every other
time. I wished to the highest gods of creation that one day my dark
dreams would become real.

I didn't care about the consequences. All I
cared about was taking Mr. LaVenia's Adonis-like perfection between
my thighs, even just one time, letting him ravish my tight young
silk and empty himself inside me.

My muscles slackened and I lay against the
wall. I felt like I'd just crawled out of a thick sauna.

My recovery was cut frightfully short. I
listened to the thud of my step-father's heavy footsteps on the
ground as he got up from bed.

I jumped up and ran. Heart pounding, I
barely made it around the corner when his door sprang open.

I listened behind me, making my way upstairs
as quickly as I could. He'd stopped in the hallway, instinctively
knowing something wasn't right.

At last, when I'd gotten to my bedroom door,
I heard him walk on. He was moving toward the glassy liquor
cabinet, probably retrieving the small glasses of brandy for him
and Mom like he always did after they'd had a good romp.

Upstairs, I buried my face in my pillows.
The digital clock's fuzzy blue digits read 2:00 AM.

The guilt smothered me. Even though I
expected it, the self-loathing that burbled up deep inside me never
dissipated. It would be a few more hours before I'd finally cried
away my confusion, and the clock would've ran through several more
sharp numbers by then.

Now, my wishes took on a darker edge.

I wished I could wake up
without any memory of my aching attraction to Mr. LaVenia. I wished
I had a real father to spirit me away from everything, into a
normal life where I could date boys around my own age and
just
be happy.

But that wasn't going to happen.

These wishes weren't nearly as strong as
what I pleaded for in the heat of passion. These wishes were dirty,
rotten lies.

And the universe was never kind to
untruthful little girls. At eighteen, with Mom married to one of
the wealthiest men in the state, the world should've been my
oyster.

Yet, I'd never stopped worrying about how
restricted and stupid my life had become. Mr. LaVenia's mansion was
more like a luxurious prison than a cozy paradise, entombing me
with my manic fantasies and virgin naivety forever.

“
Good morning, little
doll.” Mr. LaVenia looked up from the stock market charts glowing
on his tablet with a huge mug of coffee in hand.

I smiled and slid in next to him, piling my
empty plate high with sweet honeydew slices. I'd gotten in the
shower and washed away the guilty slickness left on my body before
I came downstairs, sweat and sticky cream between my legs, erasing
the last evil remnants of my taboo desires that night.

Mom was at the counter, playing with the new
high powered blender some equally rich Uncle from the LaVenia side
had given them as a wedding present.

She spun around, a huge
smile plastered on her face. “Oh, Tammy, you have
got
to try this! Best OJ
I've ever made, and there's barely any pulp.”

She took a sip and moaned.
Her satisfied whimper brought new flashes from last night, and I
suppressed a shiver.

“
Let the girl fill up on
her fruit first, Beth. She should have a bagel too.” Mr. LaVenia
reached across to me and swept his hand over mine.

“
You should try to fatten
up a little this summer, my pretty, skinny dolling. They won't say
it up front, but most guys like some meat on a woman's bones, you
know.” He winked.

“
Uh, I know that, Mr.
LaVenia. I've been keeping up with the fashion blogs.” I stuck my
tongue out, trying not to blush as his eyes followed my pink tip
the whole time, moistening my lips.

“
Do you? Then please
pardon an old man for telling a young lady how best to polish her
beauty.”

“
You're not that old,” I
murmured, sipping the juice Mom had thrust in my face. Sharp
tangerine sweetness flooded my mouth.

“
Still got stats and
muscle like a twenty year old. Or so my doctor says.” Mr. LaVenia
flexed his arms through his crisp dress jacket, funny and seductive
at the same time.

I giggled, hiding my desire. Mom planted
herself between us and rolled her eyes, laying one hand on his
shoulder and one hand on mine.

“
Well, you two, what's on
the docket for today? I'm going to give that talk about low carb
desserts at my diet club.” Her head snapped toward him. “You
remember I told you, honey?”

“
Of course I do,” he
lied.

I wonder how he puts up with it. Mom's
stupid narcissism and dull little hobbies. Obviously, that's not
why he married her...

My eyes trailed my mother's soft curves,
skiing off her plump ass. Age had stolen some of her looks.

But for a woman just past forty, with a
grown daughter, she didn't look half bad. Not in the slightest.

After spending nearly two decades with me in
firmly lower middle class mediocrity, she was ready to live it up
as a rich man's wife. Even if it meant she had to spread her legs
every other night – or sometimes more – for Mr. LaVenia's boundless
appetites.

He'd given us a life we never could've
imagined just three years ago. And for that, we were both grateful.
So content, in fact, we didn't discuss the way Mom effectively
whored herself out to this strange, but kind and handsome man.

“
Guess that just leaves
the doll and I.”

“
Oh, please stop calling
me that. I'm not your little puppet.” I grinned, secretly loving
his affectionate nickname for me.

Mom leaned down, her eyes dancing with
jealously. She'd noticed the connection between LaVenia and I
instantly. We had a natural, sweet, flirty affection she
lacked.