Breeding My Rolling Asian Ceo

This story features WMAF raceplay, drug use, rough sex, reluctantly giving in to cheating, a breeding kink, and the experience of falling in love with while rolling on MDMA. If these aren't your thing, don't say I didn't warn you.

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The glass elevator shot upward like a bullet through Seedforce Tower's steel shaft, its transparent walls offering a dizzying view of the bay as it rocketed toward the 69th floor.

Jake leaned against the rail, his reflection smirking back at him. He was a stud and he knew it. Six foot four inches of blonde-haired, sun-kissed, chiseled muscle stuffed into a five thousand dollar tailored Armani suit. Women's pussies gushed wet heat and their knees got weak whenever he walked by. It was as if he'd walked out of a romance novel and into crisp corporate attire.

The suit was new. Necessary for today's meeting. The CEO wanted to discuss his promotion. His latest conquest had kept her promise. Fucking and nutting his way through the array of young, fertile office sluts around him was beginning to bear fruit for his career, not just his loins.

His phone buzzed. It was a text from one of his baby mamas.

"38 weeks today! Twins are going nonstop... just like their daddy ;) Kyle's so clueless. What a dweeb. Out buying diapers. I love spending allllllll his money on your babies. Can't wait for you to visit, stud. My tits are leaking just thinking about you. <3 Mei"

Attached was a mirror selfie. Her swollen belly jutted forward beneath a crop top, stretch marks glowing like trophies, pregnancy-bloated breasts achingly round and heavy, swollen with milk, fat nipples poking through like cocktail sausages that dribbled dark wet marks down the thin fabric.

Jake smirked for a second, his cock stirring in his pants. Then he swiped it away. Mei was yesterday's conquest. Today belonged to Lena.

The elevator dinged. Floor 69: Executive Suites.

Jake stepped into a sterile hallway. White marble floors polished to mirrors reflected oddly undulating abstract statues worth more than most engineers' salaries. At the end stood double oak doors. A gold plate mounted on one of them had capital letters engraved into it:

LENA CHO, CHIEF EXECUTIVE OFFICER.

As he strode forward, shoes clicking crisply on the cold marble, Jake adjusted his cock in his pants. It was already half-hard.

Lena Cho wasn't just any executive. She'd clawed her way from the slums of Seoul to a Stanford engineering PhD and then a whirlwind career at the top echelon of the tech world, finally becoming Seedforce's youngest-ever CEO at just 32 years old.

Forbes called her "a ruthless visionary". The Wall Street Journal had dubbed her "the queen of Silicon Valley".

Rumors whispered that she'd fucked her way to the top of Seedforce's infamously techbroey chain of command, a lie she'd sued into oblivion. Jake knew better. Lena's real sex life was much more pathetic: a decade-long engagement to some meek Korean finance bro who still lived in New Jersey.

Sad.

He pushed through the doors without knocking.

Lena's office was a temple of brutalist efficiency. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed foggy skylines while minimalist furniture crouched like an obedient cadre of sharp-edged mahogany servants. She sat behind her desk, a dark wooden monolith lit by the cold glow of three monitors. Her eyes flicked up as he entered: sharp, almond-shaped voids that dissected him in a glance.

"Mr. Thompson." Her voice was a whip crack softened by a Gangnam lilt. "Sit."

Jake ignored her, lingering instead, strolling slowly across the room, ravenous eyes raking her frame, a sly smile spreading across his square-jawed face.

Lena's black pencil skirt hugged hips built for breeding, wide as a broodmare's and sturdy enough to cradle generations, beneath a cinched-tight waist. Her cream silk blouse gaped where its delicate buttons strained, threatening to surrender to the pushing insistence of round EE-cup tits that heaved with every breath, refusing to be contained by the lace fringe of their strained cage. She'd rolled her sleeves up; thin wrists peeked out like like delicate porcelain begging to be thrown around and bruised. Goddamn, she was exquisitely fuckable.

"Good to see you again, Lena. You look tense," the towering alpha male grinned down at her, circling her desk like a shark. "Board giving you trouble? Or is the fiancé leaving you... unfulfilled?"

Her pen froze mid-signature and she stared daggers up at him from beneath the lustrous dark hair that framed her round face and flowed down each shoulder.

A single bead of sweat dribbled down the side of her face. Which was odd, because it was 70 degrees in the room.

"You are here, Mr. Thompson," she said coolly, finally meeting his gaze, "because McKenna Han fast-tracked your VP nomination." Her eyes were dark pools. Calculating, unblinking.

"But I don't promote manwhore fuckboys--" she spat the words out, "--who turn my engineering floor into a goddamn maternity ward."

He sauntered forward, planting his wide palms on her desk. "You've seen the numbers. My team's productivity tripled after I started... mentoring all those ladies."

He leaned closer, catching her scent. Jasmine. And raw ambition.

"Happy employees fuck better..." he groaned over her, "...and work harder."

He leaned over her chair, trapping her between his arms.

"Every other fertile woman in this building is pumping out my healthy babies. Why not join them, Lena?"

Lena's pen froze mid-signature. "Excuse me?" Her nostrils flared. "Get out."

His smile spread into a broad grin. "Make me."

She was about to sharply respond when out of nowhere, a wave of warm longing washed over her.

Lena's breath hitched, catching in her throat, a sharp inhale slicing through the office silence as the feeling crashed through her bloodstream like a shivering riptide. Her fingers trembled against the polished dark-brown desk, absurdly huge diamond engagement ring glinting under the cold sheen of recessed lights. The room's edges blurred into watercolor smears of gold and black and white as her overstimulated synapses misfired under a wave of chemical siege.

"You... you bastard..." she stammered, looking up Jake with alarmingly dilated pupils swallowing her irises. "W-what... what did you...?" Her wide eyes were black pits rimmed with a thin ring of white.

The creamy silk blouse was clinging to her heaving, sweaty cleavage. A bead of sweat slid down her temple as she clawed at her collar, pearl buttons scattering across the marble floors.

Something was wrong. She was too hot. She had to do something. She had to get it off her. She yanked the blouse open, revealing squished-together orbs of flushed fat heaving beneath sweat-slicked silk, pulling them free from her lacy top.

Jake circled her chair, his smile widening, slowly savoring her hot unraveling. Her breasts spilled free from the bra, pink nub nipples hardening rapidly into tight hot-pink peaks begging for teeth marks. Coming up close behind her, he reached down to run a large hand down her smooth leg and then hike her skirt up to mid-thigh, exposing stockings clipped to a black lace garter belt.

No panties. Her waxed slit glistened under the office lights, drooling thick, pungent female sex juices.

"McKenna helped me out a little," he purred, crouching eye-level with her quivering lips, leaning close enough to smell jasmine shampoo mingling with amphetamine sweat. "She knew you'd need a little loosening up to bring your true nature out."

She looked up at him, with disbelieving eyes, her jaw beginning to involuntarily tremble. They were having trouble focusing, half-lidded with drugged haze.

"It's ecstasy, Lena. Three hundred milligrams of pure MDMA mixed into your latte," Jake said, running a finger down her round, flushed-pink cheek. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

Lena lurched upright on buckling legs, but it was no use. Like a baby horse, her thin legs gave out as her manicured nails frantically scrambled in vain for purchase on the edge of the desk.

"Don't pretend like you don't know what molly is, Lena. I know you used to be a raver. An Asian babygirl. You used to have a dark side."

She collapsed backward into his waiting arms with a gasp that morphed into a whimper at the delicious warmth of his skin against hers. The way his muscles met her soft skin felt felt electric with pleasure.

"Mmmmmpfff... stop..." she moaned, eyes defocused, beginning to roll back in her skull.

"Stop?" Jake laughed low, twisting his fingers into her raven-black hair, yanking her head back into a strained arch that exposed her vulnerable neck.

"Your pussy's dripping through those stockings, Lena. I bet your fiancé's never made you this wet."

"Y-You animal..." she hissed, wobbling as she spoke, her voice trembling with a passionate cocktail of fury and arousal. "I'll... I'll have you..."

"Demoted? Fired? Arrested?" Jake crouched, lifting an arm so muscular his suit bicep bulged, gripping her jaw and turning her head to look deep into his blue eyes.

"Go ahead. Tell them how the CEO begged for dick after gobbling up molly like candy."

His eyes scanned down her face, stopping to run over her plump red lips. His thumb lifted from her chin to run over her glistening lower lip. The feeling made her shiver, a hot sigh of pleasure escaping her lips as they parted.

"Your precious board already knows what you are," he murmured in a deep growl, gaze drinking in her body like a ravenous animal, "as do you."

He leaned in and put his lips close to her ear. "You're a slut, Lena. Just give in."

Her cunt pulsed, drooling a trail of wet need down her thighs, answering the predatory male traitorously. Slickness was soaking her stockings, spreading through the thin fabric as the MDMA busily but steadily rewired her brain from bossy executive to supplicant breeding bitch.

Her body betrayed her first: hips grinding mindlessly against air, seeking friction as the 300mg of MDMA hitting her overloaded system all at once melted cold executive resolve into molten hot feminine need. Her plump lips parted, tongue darting out to lick the sweat-salty thumb he pressed into her tiny chin.

Finally, mewled words escaped her lips, a whine of her resolve crumbling like ash.

"Please..."

"Louder," he commanded, staring straight into her dinner-plate pupils.

"P-Please..."

He dragged her upright, scooping her wide hips up with his strong, flexed arms and slamming her face-first against the crystal-clear tempered glass of a majestic floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the sparkling glory of San Francisco Bay. Her eyes rolled back and her tongue lolled out as her cheek pressed against the glass. The sunset glimmered in the distance, twinkling out under the Pacific horizon. City lights twinkled below as fog licked up at the glass panes, chilly against the fever-hot skin of her shivering, blushing, baby-fat cheek.

"Look at you," Jake snarled, spreading her legs and hiking her pencil skirt waist-high, exposing puffy cunt lips swollen deep pink with arousal and drenched in a dense sheen of gooey wetness. "Begging like a bitch in heat." Her hips were beginning to move on their own, thrusting against the hard glass of the window, instinctively humping whatever was in front of her, desperate for stimulation to match the yawning need of the rising stimulant high.

Lena's reflection stared back: mascara-streaked cheeks, blouse torn open to expose fat breasts swaying heavily with each panting breath, legs splayed obscenely wide as his calloused fingers plunged into her sopping wetness and curled delightfully upward to punish her g-spot mercilessly.

"Jaaaake... d-don't you daaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAaaaaa..." her protests melted into a shriek of desperate desire as the expert pulse of his deft finger motions sent rippling tidal waves of serotonin pleasure sloshing through her stimulant-soaked synapses.

"Dare?" Grinning, he withdrew his fingers, glistening with slick nectar, and reached around to hook grip them around her cheek, shoving them past trembling lips.

"Taste your desperation to get bred, bitch." In spite of herself, she licked the fingers lovingly, desperate for a taste of her own pungent desire.

She gagged then moaned, whimpers turning into gulps, sucking the big male digits clean as her eyes rolled back at the electric tang flooding her taste buds. It was part humiliation, part euphoria. Her overstimulated brain screamed out for more.

Jake yanked her off the window and threw her back against the desk. She shrieked in surprise as her dark hair flew wildly and her breasts pancaked against the cold black plastic. He removed his suit coat and laid it across a chair, then rolled up the white sleeves of his collared shirt around his bulging forearms as he slowly advanced on her.

Taking her cream-colored blouse in both hands, he pulled with solid forearms that bulged with vascular strength and the little garment ripped cleanly open with a faint pffffffft sound, buttons clicking to the ground. He dropped the tattered remnants as her breasts flopped fully free of their prison, and she instinctively arched her spine at the delicious feeling of cold air against her bare back.

His fingers dug into Lena's wide hips hard enough to leave crescent-shaped bruises as he pressed a muscular arm against her little arched back and bent her over the desk. As she scrambled for purchase her arms flailed, papers scattering like frightened birds across marble floors. Her ass hovered in the air, pale cheeks trembling under fluorescent lights as her virgin asshole winked tauntingly above a glistening cunt dripping slick wetness down a thick pair of quivering inner thighs.

"Look at this fucking mess," he sneered, dragging a calloused thumb up and down her soaked folds. "Cunt leaking like a faucet. Desperate to be filled. Bet your little fiancé's never even touched you here."

As her eyes rolled back, a series of low moans echoing from her mouth, Jake dropped his pants and yanked down his boxers, letting the veiny monster within spring loose, bouncing and stiffening into an eight-inch upturned curve of hard, vein-wrapped meat, ending into a potently thick and flared cockhead. It was already leaking milky goo.

Lena's breath caught in a gasp, a mix of terror and MDMA-fueled anticipation tightening her throat as his spit-slicked cockhead nudged against the forbidden tightness of her hot, swollen labia, sopping with pussy juice.

"D-don't -- please -- I've never..."

"Never?" Jake laughed, twisting fingers into her hair and yanking her head back until a vertebrae creaked. "Not even in your ABG rave slut days?"

She shook her head up at him, almond-shaped eyes sparkling with desire, cheeks flushed a deep pink. Her eyes shone with pure trust, love, adoration. She couldn't resist him. She'd stopped even trying.

So it was true.

She was a virgin. She really was saving it for marriage. For her cuck fiancé.

He chuckled. Well, not marriage. Not anymore. Now, she was saving it for... him. For Jake.

"Good," he snarled into her ear. "I get to ruin you first."

Jake's gaze raked over Lena's naked form like a butcher appraising prime meat. Her tits were a fucking masterpiece, oversized, milk-white globes trembling weightily with every hitched breath, nipples puckered into fat pink nubs begging to be sucked raw. The slope of her waist flared into luridly wide hips, flesh dimpled where his fingers had dug into her supple skin. Her cunt glistened obscenely under the office lights, puffy lips swollen from neglect, clit throbbing like a tiny heartbeat under its hood.

"This body. Fuck, girl. You're fuckin' built for this," he muttered, palming her ass cheeks as they jiggled under his touch.

Lena whimpered as his thumb circled her clit, hips bucking greedily. Yielding under his touch, her sharp corporate edges softened into fuckable curves, the taut muscles of her thighs yielding to jiggling fat as he spread her wider. The MDMA had turned her skin electric, every nerve screaming for contact.

When he bit down on the soft meat of her inner thigh, she came instantly, back arching off the desk as her cunt gushed a fresh flood of juices. "S-sensitive," she slurred, eyes rolled back.

Jake grinned. Every inch of her was his now: voluptuous, ripe, responsive, and gloriously broken.

It was time to take what was his.

He eased forward into her, his girthy, thick-veined cock sliding through parting walls of spasming, soaking cunt muscle as her puffy lips gulped around the burrowing organ to swallow every inch with dutiful eagerness. Her tongue lolled out and her head fell back as she moaned with uncontrollable pleasure at the cock's steady, slow penetration, the ecstasy pumping serotonin through her bliss-soaked brain at the delicious invasion of her untouched feminine guts.

He groaned as the cock slid home, burying himself hilt-deep as Lena's shrieks of delight shattered the cool office air. Wasting no time, he wrapped a thick hand around each side of her thin waist and began to rhythmically thrust in and out of her, marveling at how her pink pussy lips stretched to grasp and pull at the thick member as it withdrew, aching to hold onto each monstrous vein. The squelch of his musclebound hips bouncing against her engorged, ripe labia sent splatters of cunt nectar speckling against the glossy desk.

"FUCKKKKKK!" she wailed, nails clawing at the desk, legs kicking wildly. "S-stop! It's.... it's t-too big... I can't..."

Jake leaned over her trembling form, hot breath hissing against her thin, sweat-slicked neck. "You'll take it. And you'll beg for more."

After each stroke, he pulled out slowly, savoring the animal whimper escaping her plump lips before hammering back in, his rhythm relentless. Each snap of hips split her wider as the roiling ocean of MDMA sloshing through her brain transformed searing pain into electric pleasure that arced deliciously up her curved spine. Her bubble butt lifted insistently up in the air to take him deeper with each crisp smack of man-hip on butt cheek.

Her resolve snapped. Her resistance melted away. That thick cock had fucked the last reserve of it out of her.

It was so much easier to just give in. To just melt into him, physically, emotionally, spiritually. To fall in love with this beautiful man and his perfect cock.

"Nngh! H-Harder!" Lena gasped, shocked at her own words, her hips pushing back greedily against his thrusts. "P-please daddy... fuck meeee!"

She sobbed with pleasure openly now, mascara pooling beneath her cheeks, as the cock that had broken her pistoned deeper and deeper, battering her cervix with each vicious thrust stretching her guts.

"That's it," Jake growled, his palm cracking across her ass cheek, eliciting a yelp that melted into a throaty moan of bliss and leaving a handprint that bloomed crimson. "This filthy CEO slut loves getting bred like a bitch in heat."

The thought pushed aside her fears like a warm wave. She was ovulating. He was fucking her raw on a fertile day. She really might get pregnant by him. It really might happen. It would feel so fucking good. She imagined her belly swelling with the growing fruit of his seed. Vaguely, she remembered she'd had some reservations about the idea, but they were so far away now. So distant. Her mind was a mess of hormones and desire, and it just couldn't focus long enough to think about risk, or downside, or worry. The need was so strong, so insistent. She just needed to give into these delicious feelings, to give into her serotonin-soaked brain screaming at her to let this hunky stud pump his warm creampie deep inside. Nothing else mattered.

"Y-yes... yes... yesss... YESSSSS!" she screamed, mind fracturing under the dual assault of a near-overdose of MDMA and the violation of Jake's thick penis. "M-make m-me your bitch..."