Rich Man's Fertile Little Virgin (Breeding Erotica) Read online

  Rich Man's Fertile Little Virgin

  By Nicole Snow

  Content copyright 2013 Nicole Snow. All rights reserved.

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  All individuals depicted in this work are adults over the age of eighteen years old. None of the characters in this story are blood related.

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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: A Delicate Flame

  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.
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  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.

  She only saw the stoic mature businessman and the animal in bed. Not the man who doted on a woman he really cared about.

  Of course, she didn't realize Mr. LaVenia's pet nicknames and affections for the daughter he never had tortured us both.

  We saw opposite sides of this mirror of a man, and we both greedily wanted everything he had for ourselves. I braced myself for her kiss on the forehead – a morning tradition that hadn't stopped since our lives changed for the better.

  “Have fun with him today, little doll. You'll always be our precious toy, Tammy. No matter how old you get.” She flashed me her perfect smile, courtesy of extensive cosmetic work paid for by new hubby.

  “I'll do that.”

  “And you'll see about that other thing today?” Mr. LaVenia's eyes narrowed and focused on my mother.

  She stopped, looking flustered, but finally nodded her head. Neither of them met my eyes, and the seriousness in their tone said it wasn't any of my business.

  The intensity softened as she circled around and gave him a long lasting kiss. I stared at my half-cleaned plate, trying to cool the jealousy seething in my blood with new bites of melon.

  Mr. LaVenia waved and blew a kiss. Mom's heels clicked across the floor as she grabbed her purse and headed out to the bank of garages to pick one of her three cars.

  “How about a trip to the tropical gardens? I hear the conservatory is hosting several rare breeds this month. I know how much you've loved botany and nature.”

  “Let's go!” I beamed. He didn't have to say another word to convince me.

  We finished our breakfast and made our way there after changing into cooler, more casual clothes. Autumn had just started, but the conservatory was always a humid gallery of natural beauty.

  Mr. LaVenia hooked my small arm around his when we stepped inside the massive building. I blushed. Columns and broad glass panes rolled past us, grandeur housing the jungle inside.

  A dozen different smells instantly set my senses tingling. I squeezed his arm tighter, steadying myself amid the dizzying sweetness, not caring about the way it made my flush creep lower to my cleavage.

  In this heat, nothing would look too out of the ordinary. We ambled slowly around the path, pushing past equally wealthy couples and a few Moms out with their little girls.

  When we got to the start of the seasonal exhibit, we stopped near the center, awed at the sight in front of us. A massive plant unlike anything I'd ever seen huddled on the ground, its thick leaves pulled back, exposing an obscene red tipped center.

  “If I didn't feel like staying polite in public, I'd say that looks just like...” Mr. LaVenia's voice dropped and he leaned toward my ear. “The biggest fucking cock I've ever seen.”

  Sweat oozed from my pores. I wiped my brow, ignoring the electricity shooting through my spine at the dirty word spilling out his mouth.

  I looked over at him and smiled. The big flower emitted such sweetness I nearly felt drunk, and I leaned a little closer into his side.

  Hormones flared. We locked eyes, exchanging our unspoken lust, a mutual understanding of the cruel and wanton need pumping through our veins.

  “You're being a little bad today, Daddy.” I grinned, watching his lips twitch when I said that word. “It just looked like a big Popsicle to me.”

  He started to laugh. We both knew I was exaggerating, and the good humor held us in check. So did the scornful frowns of a nearby elderly couple who came strolling around the corner.

  Our laughter picked up even more as we walked on.

  “How terrible and impolite, young couples today,” we overheard the old wo
man say. “If I gave a man looks like that in public, my mother never would've let me marry.”

  “I think they they're already hitched,” the man said, speaking with a high and refined tone like a Professor emeritus. “And I'd say the old boy doesn't even regret it yet. Not with a fine young morsel like that!”

  “Harold!”

  His throaty chuckle trailed us further into the exhibit, and Mr. LaVenia laughed with him. It was good to see him so happy and alive.

  Maybe it was the setting, but I'd never wanted to kiss him more – and that was really saying something.

  On a whim, we stopped near some tall, thorny roses, resting as raw desire slowed our muscles. The storm swirled in my system, impossible to ignore.

  I had to feel his skin on my lips.

  I moved quickly, leaned over, and pecked him on the cheek.

  He straightened himself and stared at me, his eyes bright and glassy. I saw whole words colliding, inner turmoil disappearing in a flash of fire.

  Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around me and drew me in, forcing his firm lips to mine.

  Everything went spinning. I moaned into his mouth, surprised and delighted, but mostly just ready for the moment I'd been waiting years to savor.

  Just as I started to reach for his face, his right hand clamped around my wrist. His vivid gaze melted as he tore himself away from me, the brightness dimmer than before.

  A heavy sigh left his lips before he began to speak. “Forgive me. I don't know what came over me, little doll...you just look so beautiful today in that dress. It must've been the heat.”

  “Oh, no! You didn't do anything wrong. Actually, I've been waiting for something like this...waiting for so many years. Wanting it more than anything.”

  My voice cracked, something that hadn't happened for several years. Wet heat throbbed along my whole body, anchored in the hot core beneath my belly.