Chapter 10
The Desperate Restaurant Owner's Paid Breeding
I pulled out my phone while walking and checked the Rent a Boyfriend app. Elena was still spamming the top of my requests, her bids climbing higher with every refresh. She had already crossed **$12,000 per hour**. *This bitch is getting really desperate, huh?* I smirked and tapped "Accept" for tonight at **8 PM** — only five minutes from now. Perfect. Let's see exactly how much in heat she really is.
I took my time strolling toward her restaurant, hands in my pockets, letting the evening breeze cool my smooth skin. The moment I turned the corner, there she was — standing right at the gate like a woman possessed. Her long auburn hair was slightly messy from waiting, and her tight black manager's uniform was stretched obscenely over her massive H-cup breasts. The fabric clung to her wide hips and fat, juicy ass like it was painted on. The second she spotted me her eyes lit up with pure delight. She ran straight toward me, those enormous tits bouncing and jiggling wildly with every step, her thick ass cheeks rippling under the skirt.
"Well… you're looking beautiful tonight, Elena," I said in my sweetest, angelic voice.
She blushed hard, cheeks turning crimson. "Th-Thank you, Leon…"
"You're a restaurant owner, so you must know how to cook, right?"
She nodded frantically, still breathing fast from the run. "Y-Yes! Of course!"
"My stomach's getting hungry," I said casually. "Let's go to your house and you can make me some dinner."
Her eyes widened in shock for a split second, then she nodded so eagerly her massive breasts nearly spilled out of her blouse. "Yes! Let's go right now!"
We got into her luxury car and she drove like a woman on fire. In just five minutes we pulled up to her house — a huge, modern villa that had to be worth at least **$500,000**. Marble driveway, big windows, perfectly manicured garden. I whistled. "You're really rich, huh?"
She blushed again, parking the car. "I'm… a hardworking woman."
We walked inside. I sat on the expensive leather sofa while she hurried into the open kitchen. In just fifteen minutes she had whipped up a full gourmet meal — perfectly seared steak, fresh salad, and warm bread. She placed it in front of me, eyes never leaving my face as I ate.
"This is very tasty," I said between bites, smiling at her.
She looked away shyly, biting her lip, but her thighs were rubbing together under the table.
Then — *oops* — I "accidentally" knocked over my water glass. The cold liquid spilled straight onto my lap, soaking the front of my pants right over my cock area.
Elena gasped and rushed over with a cloth. "I-I'm so sorry!" She dropped to her knees in front of me and started frantically wiping the wet spot. The moment her hand brushed against my thickening cock through the fabric, her breathing turned ragged. Her fingers trembled, pressing harder, feeling the massive outline.
I stood up slowly. "Can you wash them fast? I need to go soon." I checked my phone — only fifteen minutes left on the clock. Then I hooked my thumbs into my waistband and shoved my pants and underwear down in one smooth motion. My rock-hard 12-inch cock sprang free, thick, veiny, and pointing straight at her face like a challenge. The swollen head glistened with precum.
Elena gulped loudly, eyes locked on my monster cock, saliva visibly pooling at the corner of her mouth.
She took my clothes with shaky hands and put them in the washing machine, bending over so her fat ass pushed out toward me. I couldn't resist anymore. I stepped up behind her, pressed my throbbing cock right between her soft, juicy ass cheeks through her skirt, and grabbed her wide waist with both hands.
"Ahh~!" she moaned loudly, body jerking.
"What are you doing, Leon…?" she whimpered, but her ass pushed back against me instinctively.
"Hmm? You whore… didn't you want this more than I do?" I whispered hotly against her ear, grinding my thick shaft along her crack. "I'm only doing it for you."
She moaned again, louder, hips rolling desperately.
"Tell me… do you want me to fuck you? Ask like a proper whore. Say it — 'Please fuck me, Leon. I'm just an old 32-year-old bitch who needs her paid boy's cock.'"
That broke her completely.
"P-Please fuck me, Leon!" she cried, voice cracking with need. "I'm just an old 32-year-old bitch… a desperate, horny whore who needs her paid boy's huge cock! Please— please destroy my pussy!"
I didn't wait another second. I yanked her skirt and panties down in one rough motion, lined up my fat cockhead with her dripping, puffy pussy, and slammed all 12 inches balls-deep in a single brutal thrust.
"AAAAAHHH~!!" Elena screamed, eyes rolling back instantly. Her tight walls clamped around me like a hot velvet fist, spasming wildly as she came on the spot just from being stretched open. I didn't give her time to adjust. I grabbed her long auburn hair like reins and started pounding her like a savage — hard, deep, merciless strokes that made her massive H-cup breasts swing and slap against the washing machine. The wet *PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP* of my hips slamming into her fat ass echoed through the kitchen.
"Fuuuuck— your cock is too big— it's hitting my womb— I'm going crazy~!" she wailed, tongue lolling out, drool running down her chin. I reached around and mauled her enormous tits, pinching and twisting her fat nipples while I railed her even harder. Her pussy squirted messily around my cock with every thrust, soaking her thighs and the floor.
I flipped her around, lifted one of her long legs over my shoulder, and fucked her standing up against the counter. Her massive breasts bounced violently in my face. I sucked hard on one fat nipple, biting it while I drove my cock up into her womb over and over. "You're mine now, you paid whore," I growled, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint.
"Yes— yes— I'm your whore! Breed this old bitch— fill my womb with your young cum!" she screamed, orgasming again, walls milking me desperately.
I bent her over the dining table next, ass up high, and pounded her from behind like an animal. Her huge tits squished flat against the wood, nipples dragging with every thrust. I pulled her hair back, forcing her to arch while I railed her pussy raw. She came three more times, squirting all over my balls, until her legs were shaking uncontrollably.
Finally I couldn't hold back. I buried myself to the hilt, balls pressed tight against her clit, and exploded. Thick, hot ropes of cum blasted straight into her womb — rope after rope after rope, flooding her completely until her belly bulged slightly from the sheer volume. I kept thrusting through my orgasm, forcing every drop deeper, until cum overflowed and gushed out around my cock in creamy white streams down her trembling thighs.
I pulled out with a wet pop, watching her ruined pussy gape and twitch, leaking my seed like a broken faucet. Elena collapsed onto the table, eyes crossed in a perfect ahegao, tongue hanging out, body still spasming.
I checked the time. Two full hours had passed. I smiled coldly.
"Time's up. Payment, please."
Still panting and leaking, she weakly transferred **$40,000** to my account. I gave her fat ass one last hard slap that made the cheek ripple beautifully.
"You're mine now, bitch. From today onwards. Understood?"
She nodded frantically, completely broken. "Y-Yes… I'm yours…"
I pulled her up by the hair and kissed her hard, tongue invading her mouth possessively, then let her drop back onto the table. I grabbed my now-clean clothes, got dressed, and walked out without another word.
*Let's go fuck my sisters.*
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