My White Billionaire Bundle (BWWM Billionaire Romance) (7 page)

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.

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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.
 

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.