Rich White Billionaires Bundle: Four BWWM Alpha Male Romance Titles (6 page)

              She walked in and found a tall, pale man standing behind the desk. He had hair that couldn’t decide if it was blonde or brown, and stark pale blue eyes. Those eyes pierced her as she walked in, and followed her all the way across the room to his desk. He was incredibly gorgeous, and Rachel forgot for a moment why she was even there. She wanted to do things to this man that were too dirty to even say aloud. She shook herself out of her horny daydreams. This man was going to fire her, not fuck her. “Rachel Wilson?” he asked in his rough Russian accent. “Yes sir,” she managed to choke out. “Please, have a seat,” he replied, gesturing to the plush seats in front of the desk. She obeyed, and looked him in the eyes. “Well, I hear we have had a problem with the poker machines. You forgot to reset them, and have consequently cost me almost a million dollars. What should we do about that?” he asked, walking to the front of the desk and leaning against it. “Sir, I am so sorry, I don’t have any excuse,” she said, feeling tears beginning to swell in her eyes. “Well now, that doesn’t really answer my question does it,” he asked. She bent her head down in shame, unable to answer him. “I have a solution that can work for both of us, as it were,” he said as he lifted her head up to face him. “What is it? I will do anything to repair the damage, I swear!” she pleaded, hope returning to her face. “I promise you will keep your job, if you fuck me,” he said, looking directly into her eyes.

              She was in disbelief. That certainly was not the answer she was expecting. “What?” she exclaimed. She had dreamed of fucking him, but she didn’t think it would actually happen. “It is simple. I will let you keep your job, no punishment, if you have sex with me. Nobody has to know,” he said with a smile, grabbing her hand and pulling her up. He crowded in front of her, forcing her back against the wall. He placed his hands next to her head on the wall, trapping her with his body. “What do you say?” he asked, smiling. She looked into his eyes, and felt a warmth building between her legs. He was sexy as hell, and she needed this job. Sleeping with him wouldn’t be such a bad way to keep her job, she thought to herself. “Yes,” she said, before kissing him on the lips.

              She was surprised at her own daring, but the feel of his lips on hers felt more than good, it felt right. He kissed her back, mingling his tongue with hers. He tasted like vodka and sex, and it turned her on. He grabbed her silky straight black hair as he continued to kiss her, tasting every inch of her. She grabbed at his shirt, ripping it off of his body. He pushed her body down, getting her on her knees while he unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants and boxers. “This is how you repay me,” he said, palming his cock in his hand. Rachel had never been with a white man before, and didn’t expect him to be this…large. He was bigger than any other man she had ever been with. She opened her mouth and took him inside of her, sucking the tip into her mouth. She reached down and unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her bra to his inspection. She bobbed her head up and down his length while she unzipped her skirt, pushing that down to her knees. She took more of him in her mouth, little by little, until he was down her throat. She had not been able to fit his entire length into her mouth, but she had no more room. She held a firm grasp on the base of his shaft, and began to quickly suck his cock into her mouth. She felt him hardening at her touch, quickly becoming aroused. He held his grasp on her hair, holding on tightly. She gagged as she continued to deep throat him, trying to force more of him into her mouth. He grunted as she stilled her motions, holding him in her mouth.

              She looked up at him, and saw him looking down at her with a ravenous desire in his eyes. She stood up and fully removed her clothing, and pushed him onto the ground. She straddled him, placing her wet, aching pussy in front of his face, and kept his cock in front of her own face. He laughed, and it vibrated through her pussy, making her quake with pleasure. She took his cock back into her mouth, bobbing her mouth quickly up and down, reaching down and squeezing his balls. At this, Nikolav licked her pussy, tasting her juices. He sucked her clit into his mouth, and inserted a finger into her pussy. He thrust this in and out slowly, testing her reaction. She was no virgin, and the sensation sent ripples of electricity up her body. She sucked his cock harder into her mouth, creating a vacuum. He groaned aloud as she did this, and increased the rate of his finger while licking her feminine folds. It was her turn to moan, as he continued. “Oh, Nikolav,” she moaned out, gyrating her body against his finger.

              He inserted another finger into her pussy, and she shamelessly began to fuck his finger and mouth, her moans incessant. She continued to suck his cock into her mouth, but was powerless against the pleasure caused by his tongue and fingers. It was magic the way he could play her body. Using his remaining hand, he spanked her, which was the final straw. She exploded onto his face, her orgasm causing her to arch her body into him. “Oh, god!” she yelled into the room. She could hear him drinking up her juices, enjoying the way her body responded to his touch. She wanted to return the favor as she rode out her orgasm, and alternated between sucked and stroking his cock. He began to pump his body up into her hand and mouth, loving the way she handled his cock. She almost thought that he would cum in her mouth; he was so lost in himself. He groaned as if he was fucking her pussy, and she took every inch of him in her mouth. He pushed himself deeper than she thought she could take him. “Oh, you feel so fucking good,” he said, with one final thrust into her mouth before pulling out of her.

              “Get up here,” he ordered as he stood up. She obeyed, and he roughly leaned her against the desk, throwing everything off of it with one swift movement. She spread her legs for her, holding them up in the air. He smiled, and kissed her leg, before shoving his giant cock into her wet pussy. She moaned, and he grabbed her throat as he thrust in and out of her. “How do you like that, huh?” he asked, maintaining his grip on her throat. “It feels, so good!” she managed to say between his thrusts. She felt her back digging into the side of the desk with every thrust, but he felt so good it didn’t matter. He brought his lips down to hers and kissed her hard while he continued to pound into her pussy. Her moans were continual, and she threw her head back in pleasure. He bent his head down and sucked one of her dark, succulent nipples into his mouth. She sucked on her breast like a newborn baby, and Rachel loved every second of it. She reached up and grabbed at her other breast, unable to contain her pleasure. Every thrust of his cock caused a loud thud on the desk, and Rachel feared it might break under his strength. He increased his pace, moving his mouth up her chest, and burrowing into her neck. He kissed her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She held grabbed at his back, and dug her nails into it. He groaned as she felt herself draw blood, and he looked her in the eyes, never stopping his thrusts. “You like it rough, huh?” he said. He picked her up, keeping her on his cock, and walked her over to the wall.

              He slammed her into the wall, causing the picture frames to shake. She wrapped her legs around his body, and he grabbed her neck. He pushed hard into her, causing her to yell into the room. She burrowed her face into his neck, kissing and nibbling the most sensitive areas. She looked at his back and saw several scratches, which had begun to lightly bleed. He pounded into her pussy, causing several of the frames on the wall to fall down. She tightened her grip on his body with her legs, feeling almost as if she would lose circulation in them. She couldn’t stop her moans of pleasure, as his cock brutally ravaged her pussy. He tightened his hold on her neck, testing her boundaries. The slight constriction only heightened her pleasure, as she was driven close to orgasm again. “How about that, do you like that?” he grunted into her ear as he continued his assault on her body. “Oh yeah, fuck me hard Nikolav,” she said. “Your cock feels so fucking good,” she finished. “I must not be doing it right, because you can talk much too easily,” he said as he pulled out of her pussy. He flipped her around, slamming her back into the wall. He spread her legs apart, and held her hands together above her head. He hammered back into her pussy from behind, keeping her immobile. She wanted so desperately to run her hands along his body, or to grab at her own body. Her inability to move only served to make her pleasure even stronger. He growled like an animal as he pounded her pussy, causing the whole wall to shake with his motions. She screamed into the room, urging him harder, faster, deeper. He spanked her ass, gripping it hard as he continued.

              His cock felt like magic, hitting her most sensitive areas with every thrust into her pussy. She had never been fucked this good, and she knew he was far from done. She felt his sweat drip down onto her back and ass, and heard him panting under his enduring thrusts. He pulled out of her pussy, and turned her around, kissing her hard. While maintaining her kiss, she pushed him towards the chair behind his desk, sitting him down in it. “How’s the payment, big daddy?” she asked as she straddled him, sitting on his cock. She began to bounce up and down on his cock, relishing the feeling of control. He gripped her hips as he helped move her up and down his cock. “I think you’ve found your true calling,” he grunted out finally. She threw her head back, feeling her hair fall down her back. “Oh, fuck,” she said as she came close to orgasm. Nikolav sucked her dark, chocolate breast into his mouth again, moaning into her breast. She grabbed his head with her hands, gripping his thick blonde hair. She pushed his face deeper into her breast as she continued to ride his cock. He reached a hand around to her ass and spanked her, rubbing his hand over her ass. “Oh big daddy, I like that,” she moaned aloud. “Oh yeah?” he said, coming up from her breast. He spanked her again, harder, and gripped her ass painfully. “Fuck,” she managed to exclaim. He had fucked all ability to think out of her, and she was left with nothing but a raw desire and pleasure.

              He spanked her again, sucking her breast back into his mouth. She reached between their bodies and rubbed her clit, losing control of herself. She gripped his hair hard as she felt her orgasm coming, but willing it to wait until she knew that he was ready to cum. She rode his cock like a racehorse, fucking him faster and faster. He groaned aloud, and brought his lips back up to hers. He matched her strokes, together riding each other into climax. She tangled her tongue in his mouth, and felt his tongue running along her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his back for leverage as she rode his cock, finally unable to hold her orgasm any longer. She exploded onto his cock, screaming his name into the room. “Oh fuck, Nikolav!” she screamed. It was the strongest orgasm that she had ever experienced. He reached between their bodies and rubbed her pussy, prolonging her orgasm. He looked deep into her eyes, watching her ride out her pleasure. After what felt like eternity, her orgasm completed, and all she could do was smile. She wanted to get Nikolav to completion, however.

              “Get on your knees,” he said, pushing her off of his cock. She obeyed, looking up at him and licking her lips. He stood up and began to stroke his cock. The slick sound it made because of it’s coating of Rachel’s juices turned her on, getting her wet all over again. She could smell herself on his cock, and she wanted a taste. She took him in her mouth and bobbed up and down, until she felt him ready to explode. He stroked several times, until he came all over her tits. “Fuck,” he said as a steady stream of white cum squirted out of his cock, coating her with load after load of semen. Rachel lapped it all up, swallowing as much of it as she could, hardly able to believe what she was doing. She felt an indescribable desire to please him, even if it meant acting like a hoe. After several moments, he collapsed into his chair, having squeezed out the last drop of cum.

              “Come here,” he commanded. He pulled her into his lap, and kissed her passionately. She rubbed her body against his softening penis, wanting to feel it again. Her wanton behavior amused Nikolav, sat her on his thigh, letting her hump it. “I consider your debt paid,” he said, pulling a stray piece of her hair behind her ear. “You can go, and you will keep your job,” he finished.  He moved his thigh up and down, increasing the pressure on her clit. She continued to slide her pussy over his thigh, looking him in the eye. “I’m not done yet,” she said with a wink. “Looking for a promotion?” he laughed. “Something like that,” she replied, kissing him back.

Aaliyah Jackson

              The day was just beginning and Erickya was already quite tired. She had dropped her children off to school, made some essential payments, cleaned the house and then headed off to work. As a single mother of two, she worked very hard every day, draining her of any vigour. She wasn't even spared the weekends as she had to take up a second job. But she was proud to say she never let her kids actually feel the financial difficulty that they were going through.

              She even refused to date men so she could focus on her children and her career. Although she did pose a truly attractive figure – she was an ebony beauty, tall and statuesque, and she chose to keep her natural hair, lusciously wild and curly instead of going for a weave.  This made her catch everyone's eye which she did not mind. She had a perfect hourglass figure, her large breasts sat upon a waist that was commendably small considering motherhood and age. Of course, the amount she moved around, for work, for her children and for house keeping meant that she didn't have to do much else to keep her figure intact. The final touch was her admirable derriere. Her behind was round, large and demanded to be looked at even in the most conservative of clothing. Erickya was also worried that it was her authentic African look that drew men to be attracted to her, that they simply saw her as some exotic fruit to be consumed and she did not want to give in to that.

              But that did not mean she didn’t feel the need for sex. If anything, she was all the more horny for the lack of stimulation. The temptation to surrender to one of the lustful glances levied at her was a constant struggle to battle. After she would put her kids to sleep she would, on many nights, bring out the little vibrator she kept hidden in her purse and use it on herself, silencing the moans she would make when she experienced her climax by biting against her fluffy pillow. However, this was not all she did.

              The reason Erickya kept the vibrator in her purse was because she often felt the need to relieve herself at work. And this was solely due to the fact that she found her boss, Mr Jack Dawes, so immensely attractive it was hard to control her urges. Sometimes it would be the littlest thing, just a whiff of his strong cologne mixed with his perspiration at the end of the day that would immediately make her excuse herself and go to one of the restrooms. At other times, it would be his baritone, assigning some menial task to her

              As his secretary, she was expected to obey his commands and manage most of his accounts, a job she found tedious yet manageable. Yet, to be in his presence was intoxicating and she considered it well worth the job itself. Particularly when he was pleased, and he would smile at her in that casual way of his. He was very tall, a fair bit taller than her which was unusual as Erickya was almost 6 feet tall. His broad shoulders and well trimmed blond beard and moustache made him look particularly distinguished. He had piercing blue eyes that Erickya found she couldn't meet for more than a few seconds. He was always well dressed, his suit flawlessly ironed and clean with a perfectly coordinated tie. Of course, he did have to look the part as a hedge fund billionaire. He needed to pose a striking figure, who commanded respect and exuded power. Erickya was deeply in awe of him and intimidated by his success. She felt quite lowly in his presence and it didn't help when he would simply ignore her existence most of the time unless she was needed.

              When she visited the bathroom to fantasise about her boss, she would sit in a cubicle, ensuring no one was there, with the toilet seat down, her legs spread on either side. She would use her vibrator and imagine the most fantastical scenarios with Mr. Dawes in her head – him approaching her and telling her how beautiful she looked, how he just could not control himself, and he would let his fingers run through her hair and kiss her deeply. And then he would take her, right there on his desk. While climaxing, Erickya would whisper “Oh, Mr. Dawes...” and lay panting on the seat, her eyes shut and mouth partly open. After this though, Erickya would feel a deep sense of shame and guilt. She realised how inappropriate this fantasy was. Mr. Dawes was married and she had met his wife when she would visit the office and took messages from her several times during the day. Mrs. Dawes could be very cruel though, and clearly seemed to think very little of Erickya, going as far as calling her a “typical, black woman” when she learned that she was a single mother. Erickya found this deeply offensive but was in no position to say a word against her. Mrs. Dawes was quite a beautiful woman, petite with straight blonde hair cut into a neat bob. The Dawes even had a gorgeous baby son together. They were the perfect little family. This made Erickya feel even worse as she considered her own situation and how her ex-husband had left her for another woman, breaking their family apart. Her fantasies would entail exactly this in reality, after all. She also felt ashamed to even consider that Mr. Dawes would look at a woman like her. He was a well established billionaire who had thousands working under him. She was a single mother scrimping and saving, living off discounts and subsidised groceries. She just happened to be lucky enough to be in close quarters to him as his secretary, but he was so well out of her league, that these thoughts were completely out of bounds for her.

              But today was different, for some reason. Instead of the usual ignoring that she was used to, Erickya noticed he was staring intently at her while she took down notes for the next set of duties. She blushed when she noticed his eyes linger on her breasts and the way they strained against her modest top, and come back up to her face. After she was done and stood up to leave, he also stood and put his hand on her shoulder. An instant thrilling shock ran up her spine.

“You do a very good job, Erickya.” he said, hesitating for a moment before he spoke her name.

              Erickya felt like she would burst with the heated intensity of her feelings. She just nodded and quickly walked out, completely aware that Mr. Dawes' eyes were settled on her ample ass and the way it moved from side to side as she walked. She was nearing the end of her shift and couldn't wait to get home so she could revel in her fantasies yet again.

              As she drove back home, she could feel herself getting very wet as she replayed the events of the day in her head. His lustful stare and the brief moment he touched her. Just thinking about it made her shudder and cross her legs tightly. After serving her children dinner and talking to them about school, she went upstairs to put them to bed. She nearly ran to her own bedroom, locked it and brought out her vibrator to play with herself. It was only a few minutes of recapturing Mr. Dawes' touch that she began to climax, even forgetting to stifle her moans and letting them come out loudly. She lay on the bed sighing with pleasurable exhaustion. It's a good thing I manage to relieve myself effectively, so I don't act on these inappropriate urges, she thought, steeling herself for the unavoidable sexual temptation that would come the next day.

              Erickya was back at her place in the office the next day, and was able to focus on the work at hand. She had a few emails to type out, apologising to various dignitaries on the behalf of Mr. Dawes for being unable to attend some special event. Erickya felt so strange that she was so involved with something that she could never truly be part of. She was never the sort who really aimed for riches and luxury, but sometimes seeing the expensive clothes the Dawes' family was dressed in, the vehicles they drove and just the regal way they acted, made her resent her lifestyle just a little.

              Suddenly, she heard the door open and watched as Mr. Dawes walked in. He once again gave her an approving look. She was wearing a low cut top today which showed a fair amount of her cleavage.

“Good morning, Erickya. Any messages for me today?”

“Good morning, Mr. Dawes. Nothing of importance just yet.”

“Great, come into my office in five minutes.”

              Erickya nodded. As soon as he went inside his office, she let out a sigh. It always felt so good to hear him say her name, it was also fodder for her fantasies, it would be the way his lips formed her name while he would fuck her hard. After 5 minutes, Erickya walked in the office and when Mr. Dawes gestured her to take a seat she promptly did so. He was on the phone with his wife and seemed to be arguing about something. Erickya politely looked in the other direction until he put his phone down and let out an exasperated sigh.

“Why did you tell my wife I was expected to be in the office today?”

“Sir, you never told me to say otherwise.”

“Erickya, I expect you to understand my bitch wife's tone and know when I'm in for an earful of her bullshit.”

“I'm sorry, sir.” she replied, feeling shocked that he would speak of his wife in this way. It was the first time she had ever heard him use a word like that, let alone to describe his wife, with whom he had always seemed to have a good relationship. Mr. Dawes gave her some papers to proof read and format for sending. While explaining the particular changes he needed, he brought his face very close to her, making it very hard for Erickya to concentrate on exactly what it was that he was saying. Every time she would meet his eyes she would quickly look down and every time she felt his warm breath on her face she would shake involuntarily. She bit her lip trying to resist his charms. She clearly would need a session in the bathroom after this. What set her over the edge was when his fingertips touched hers and lingered there for several seconds. She stood up and excused herself and headed to her favourite spot.

              Hastily locking the door to the cubicle behind her, she raised up her skirt and balanced herself with legs spread wide on the toilet seat. Her pussy was slippery when she put her fingers to it, making it slip down into her hole. She began to finger bang herself heavily while she applied the vibrator to her clit. Her moans got louder and louder as she frigged herself violently to a climax. She thought of Mr. Dawes the entire time, and how he would kiss her neck and feel her breasts, grinding his cock against her. He would whisper in her ear, “Erickya” and murmur how she was a gorgeous woman whom he truly cherished. She ended her orgasm with the usual sighs of “Oh, Mr. Dawes,” and just sat on the seat for a little while. She then lifted it up and took a piss, as she heard heavy footsteps outside. Thank goodness, she thought, they didn't catch me in the act. She pulled up her skirt and went back to her place to begin typing, for another tedious day of work.

              She was quite engrossed in what she was doing and didn't hear the door of Mr. Dawes' personal office open. It was only when she got up to get a glass of water did she notice Mr. Dawes standing in front of her desk, blocking her path. He was looking at her with some sort of fascination and Erickya just nodded a greeting at him, unsure of what to do.

              But she didn't have to do a thing. Mr. Dawes grabbed hold of her, making her gasp and pushed her against the wall. He pinned her to it, his entire length almost crushing her making her unable to move. Erickya began to squirm.

“Mr. Dawes, please, what are you doing?” she asked as she tried to escape his strong hold on her.

“What I've always wanted to do for a while now,” he growled and began to kiss her neck.

Pangs of desire flowed through her veins as she felt Mr. Dawes' lips meet hers. He leaned in for a hungry kiss that was filled with raw lust. She couldn't resist kissing him back and even let him explore the insides of her mouth. But she broke away the kiss after a while. “We can't do this,” she whispered, “It's wrong.”

“Fuck that.” he said, looking into her eyes. “I know you want me, I heard you moaning and saying my name earlier in the bathroom.” He took his thick lip between her teeth making her shut her eyes with the sudden delightful pain it brought. She felt terribly embarrassed and blushed.

“Is that what you do in your bathroom breaks?” he asked, amused. “And here I was thinking you had a weak bladder.”

She looked pointedly away, but this didn't discourage Mr. Dawes even a bit as he began biting at her earlobe making her shudder in pleasure. “It made my cock so hard, imagining you playing with your dark, meaty cunt. You black women are so wanton and wild.” he whispered in her ear, sending shivers across her body. Her arm was laden with goosebumps now. But she still felt bad.

“This is simply not right. We must control ourselves.” she mentioned, her voice shaky as she tried to move away.

It was almost disappointing to her when he let her get away from his grasp and she began to straighten her clothes. Her legs were shaking as she tried not to look at Mr. Dawes, knowing that it would certainly make her give in to him again.

But Mr. Dawes just grabbed her again and began to continue assaulting her mouth with his wonderful kisses. Every time they broke away, they would look into each other's eyes and get right back to it. But after a few minutes, Erickya just shook her head, “We have families, we need to control this” she said, hesitantly, not wanting to control herself at all. Mr. Dawes simply did not listen. He still went back to kissing her with his desiring mouth and she couldn't help but respond enthusiastically now, letting out little moans into his mouth.