Massively Taboo 50

by Izzy Slam

  I huffed as he cupped my pussy, rubbing the meaty part of his palm on my clitoris as he made me cum.

  “Ooooohhhhhhhh …. I’m cumming, Pa….” I moaned as I rubbed my pussy on his hand.

  His breath hit my flesh as he growled, telling me what a dirty mouth I had. I pictured his cock, hard and pulsing as it waited to enter me.

  “You’re making me so hard, Ruth. Harder than a man should ever be.”

  “Then put it in me, let me drain you of all that hardness.” I fisted his hair as I continued to rub my pussy on his hand. He massaged out the last few tremors of my orgasm while swirling his tongue over my hard bud. Tingles shot through me until he stopped to adjust his trousers and remove his thick member.

  I bit into my lower lip, dying to taste him.

  He looked up at me as he gripped the base of his thick shaft. “Suck me off, girl. Your mouth seems like the perfect place to spend my load.”

  Knowing he was hesitant to fuck me properly due to my condition, I was happy to oblige him. But my pussy would not wait forever.

  I bent down and took him in my hands as he fisted the sides of my head, gripping my hair with his fingers.

  “That’s it, girl. Get nasty with your pa’s cock. Pretend like I’m paying you to drain my sack.”

  Ripples of desire swirled through me. I loved the thought of getting paid for sex, and by my own pa no less, even though it was incredibly wrong and filthy. But my sexual state of mind had reached the most intense state.

  I wanted to tease him the same way he had teased my breasts. So, I used my tongue to swirl along the head of his cock, dipping the tip inside the small slit. Thick fluid oozed out, and I savored the salty taste of it, and the way it made a long string that hovered on the top of my tongue.

  After grumbling under his breath, Pa applied pressure to the back of my head, forcing his length into my mouth. I began to suck him, flattening my tongue along the underside of his shaft. I sucked in my cheeks and bobbed my head up and down, moving further and further until I felt him rub against my tonsils.

  I held back a gag, coughing slightly as I came up to take a quick breath before going back down. His girth grew, and I felt his veins throb as his blood rushed through them, making his cock harder and harder by the second.

  “Good girl, Ruth. I’m going to empty my balls inside that mouth of yours … treat you just like a common whore.”

  I mewed like a kitten and worked him harder, feeling his length turn to a solid mass of hardness. The head of his cock throbbed, and I used my tongue to rub circles all over it as he began to growl.

  Suddenly, the tips of my nipples turned cold, and the second I realized that they may be leaking breast milk, I felt Pa’s fingers touch them, lightly brushing the pads of his fingers back and forth.

  “Mmm, here comes my seed, girl.”

  Several hard pulses of hot liquid shot out on my tongue. I pushed him to the back of my throat and swallowed him down. With every twitch of his cock came another burst of his cum, and Pa continued to fondle my nipples while groaning, every few seconds pausing to knead my mounds.

  He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up, and I watched his cock bounce back and forth, still hard as it brushed along his shirt.

  “Stand up for me,” he said, releasing my hair.

  I straightened my back, and both of our gazes immediately went to my chest. Pa reached up and groped my breasts, giving them a firm squeeze and forcing small drops of liquid to bead on the tips of my nipples.

  Both of our eyes widened.

  “You’re making milk,” he muttered under his breath.

  “Yes, I suppose I am.”

  He began stroking himself, using my saliva that was still coating his cock.

  “You’re so beautiful, leaking milk like this…” he grumbled.

  Not knowing what to do or what to think, I stood still, helpless as he went from one leaking breast to the other while tugging his length. I thought he had completely emptied himself, but obviously he was still aroused by my lactating state.

  It seemed odd to me that something so simple would make him erect. But as the milk streamed down my mounds of tissue, covering Pa’s large, rugged hands, I began to see the appeal.

  He alternated fists, getting one thoroughly coated in my creamy wetness before moving it to his shaft. I watched him quicken his pace, the squishy sounds as he tightened his grip making me heady with desire once again. I instantly knew that this would quickly become a favorite activity throughout the duration of my pregnancy: Pa milking my teats while making himself cum with milk covered hands.

  His cum spurted out, dousing his trousers with a fluid only slightly thicker than what was leaking from my breasts. Pa tossed his head back, keeping a tight grip on his shaft as he shot out one more hard burst that launched upward almost a foot before landing on the pocket of his shirt.

  “Aaaaahhhhhhh!” he growled loudly as I stood there, covered in my own wet mess.

  I gently pushed his hands aside and leaned down, taking the head of his cock in my mouth and sucking out one more jet of cum.

  He groaned and held my head as several drops of milk dripped from my breasts and hit the tops of my feet. The whole experience made me feel so sexy.

  Once he was soft, he pulled me onto the bed so I could lay next to him.

  “That was wonderful, Ruth. So wonderful.”

  I smiled as his hands softly caressed my flesh. I curled up close to him. “I especially loved the part where you came watching my milk leak out.”

  “Yes, about that…”

  “You enjoyed it, too, didn’t you?” I asked, sitting up on one elbow. “You also liked treating me like a whore.”

  “I did enjoy that. But I want to get you back to Dr. Holt and make sure something isn’t wrong with the baby.”

  My heart sank, disappointed that Pa still thought that intimate contact would hurt our child. “Don’t worry, Pa. Everything is fine.”

  “Probably so, but I want to be a good papa and make sure.”

  I didn’t argue with him. The best thing to do was simply placate him, let Dr. Holt put his mind at ease. Maybe if he knew once and for all that the baby was okay, he’d fuck me good and hard.

  My body needed it more than ever. And I was determined to find a way to make that happen.

  Pa’s Dirty Little Secret Book 4

  ***

  The economy has taken a downward turn, and it’s affected us immensely. Pa says we may lose everything, unless we do something drastic to pull us out of this financial hole.

  Well, it seems there are a number of wealthy men who enjoy being in the company of pregnant women. And Pa says this could be our ticket to financial abundance. He promises they won’t lay a hand on me. They simply want a little visual stimulation.

  At first, I don’t know how I feel about strange men eyeing me like a slab of meat. Until an important client comes along. A very wealthy client who’s not only the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on, but he wants me all to himself. And he’s willing to pay whatever it takes.

  “No one will touch you. All you have to do is show yourself, let them ogle you for a small fee.”

  “Show myself? You mean, let a strange man look at my unclothed body?”

  Pa nodded so quickly, it was apparent none of this concerned him in the slightest. I should be relieved that I had managed to erase his fears of our child becoming a pervert from being exposed to “dirty thoughts and activities.”

  “There’s a huge demand for it—men with trunks full of cash, who aren’t getting what they need at home but don’t necessarily want to be unfaithful to their wives.”

  I pressed my fingers to my temples, trying to get a solid grip on why men would want to pay money just to see a naked pregnant woman. Then again, Pa had gotten to the point that he couldn’t go more than twenty-four hours without taking off my clothes and running his hands all over my flesh.

  If only he would fuck me too.

  That was the
one thing he was still timid about, convinced he would somehow hurt the baby.

  But was I comfortable showing my body to one stranger after another?

  “We really need the money, Ruth.” Pa sat next to me on the bed and put a reassuring hand on my leg. “Times are tough right now. Mr. Scott down at Collin’s Grocery has already told me they’re going with a cheaper supplier if I can’t give him a better price on our eggs. I’m already taking a loss as it is.”

  My heart sank listening to Pa go on about our finances. He was right. Things had changed rapidly over the last few months. And the outlook was dismal. All this stock market baloney was hurting everyone. We needed to do something fast or things would only get worse.

  “I want to be able to provide for our child, without having to break my back in the process,” he added.

  I looked into his eyes and saw the concern there. Up until a few months ago, Pa had just been a stepfather to me. He had always taken care of me. Now, he was my husband and the father of my child. My nineteenth birthday was coming soon. And just the thought of not being able to feed our baby and give him the best life made me sick with worry.

  Right in front of us was a simple solution, and all I had to do was take off my clothes.

  “You’ll be with me the whole time, right?”

  His face beamed brightly. “Course I will, Ruthie. I wouldn’t leave you alone with a strange man.”

  I cupped his face and kissed him on the lips. “Well, it’s settled then. No more back-breaking work for my pa.”

  ***

  For various reasons, Pa didn’t want men coming and going from our small cabin, so he had arranged for me to go to their home or office.

  My first client was a physician who lived an hour away, and his wife was spending several weeks with a sister in Detroit. According to Pa, he was incredibly lonely and “in need of a woman’s company without actually being unfaithful.”

  Most prostitutes charged double what Pa was charging, simply because they were expected to offer sex whereas we were merely offering visual stimulation.

  The gentleman, Mr. Caster, was an older man in his fifties who wore a fancy suit and had a large gut—evidence of his lavish lifestyle. His home, while modest on the outside, was nicely decorated on the inside with elegant furniture and paintings on the walls.

  Pa had invested in a turquoise flapper dress with sequins for me to wear on these “dates” so we didn’t appear too poor. But I didn’t think most men would care about how much money we had. They only cared about seeing my pregnant body while they masturbated.

  Mr. Caster took our coats and led us to a small room lined with bookshelves. Sensing my nervousness, he offered us both a drink.

  Pa held up his hands. “No, thank you. I prefer to keep my faculties while we do this. And I’m sure Ruth feels the same way.”

  Mr. Caster smiled briefly and nodded to a wooden chair in the corner. “Very well then. I understand you wish to be present while I am being entertained. I suppose you can make yourself comfortable over there.” He gave me a quick wink while tugging at the belt of his trousers.

  “There’s just the matter of the payment,” Pa said.

  “Right. I haven’t forgotten.” Mr. Caster reached in his pocket, withdrew several coins, and dropped them into Pa’s hand. After quickly counting, Pa gave me a quick glance and a single nod, letting me know to proceed.

  The rules had been explained ahead of time. There was no touching allowed, but the men could request that I touch myself, if they wished.

  After pulling a chair from the corner of the room to the foot of his bed, my client sat down and folded his hands in his lap. “I’ve paid for thirty minutes of time, so please, when you’re ready, Ruth.”

  Feeling as if my heart were about to explode, I lifted the dress over my head and folded it neatly before laying it down. I then removed my slip, which left me in nothing but a simple pair of white knickers, which I took off and rested over the dress.

  I felt so awkward standing there, but one look at Mr. Caster let me know that he most certainly admired what he saw. At five months along, my belly was growing bigger every day, and my breasts would easily leak milk if they received any stimulation.

  Mr. Caster licked his lips and fiddled with the crotch of his trousers. Pa was silent as he sat across the room, and I found myself wondering what he was thinking, if this were bothering him or if he was also getting aroused staring at my back side.

  “You are quite lovely, Ruth. Come over and sit on the bed, right here in front of me.”

  I felt my face heat as I walked in front of him and sat. He was very close to me—close enough to reach out and touch. But I felt confident he wouldn’t break the rules, being a physician and all.

  His eyes swept over me, and I instinctively covered my lower belly with my hands and shifted my gaze behind him, feeling self-conscious. This was so strange. What was I supposed to do? Just sit here like a bump on a log?

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him remove his erection from his pants. He began stroking himself, and I stole a quick glance, unable to keep myself from looking.

  He was bigger than Pa, the crown wide, red, and shiny. He smoothed his finger over the slit, and it made a wet sound, causing my pussy to begin throbbing. I didn’t expect to react that way, but when I looked up at his face and saw that he was turning beet red, it was obvious that the sight of me aroused him more than I expected.

  “Turn around and get on your hands and knees, let me see that fine ass,” Mr. Caster ordered.

  I stood up and turned around before crawling on the bed, tossing a quick look at Pa. With one hand moving between his legs, Pa must have been touching himself, too. So, this was turning him on?

  I could feel the weight of my belly as I went down on all fours, my rear end jutting up in the air. My breasts swayed slightly, and I casually glanced over my shoulder to see him rapidly working his hand up and down his length.

  “Ah, yes, look at that perfectly sculpted bottom,” he breathed. “Such a young thing you are. If only my wife looked half as good as you do…”

  An ache shot between my legs, an ache to be filled. I couldn’t believe I was getting so turned on displaying myself like this. But knowing that a strange man was about to cum from only looking at my ass made me feel like I had so much power.

  And that made me want to do it more.

  Pa always liked it when I shook my ass for him. He would put his hands on my globes as he fucked me, growling louder and louder the more I jiggled, even though it had been months since that had happened. I decided to put on a similar show for my client.

  Wiggling my hips, I felt the flesh of my rear shake and wiggle. Even my breasts started to flop around.

  Mr. Caster released a low growl followed by a hiss. “Oh yes, that’s so nice,” he groaned. “Let me see you touch yourself now.”

  I reached between my legs and pressed several fingers inside of me, moving them in and out slowly. I was drenched, and the squicking sounds of me fingering myself began to match the sounds of my client working his erection.

  Waves of desire washed over me, knowing that not only was this man getting off on my body, but my pa was too. Would all of our clients get hard and want to cum at the sight of me?

  This power made me heady. And suddenly, two fingers were not enough to bring me the pleasure I was craving right then. I became lost in the lust, forcing a third, then a fourth finger deep in my folds, immediately locating that ridge of tissue that had become my go-to for a quick orgasm.

  I heard Pa let out a grunt, and I dropped my head as I fingered myself. My thighs began to tremble, and I rocked my hips. Finally, I came so hard I let out a squeal of pleasure. The room was instantly filled with the sounds of huffing and moaning as we all came. I could hear Mr. Caster’s fingers as they swept along his turgid cock.

  “Oh god!” he cried out. “That’s it, girl. Oh, how I would love to taste that sweet pussy of yours. How delicious it looks…”

>   I bit my lip and rubbed my clit as Mr. Caster walked to the side of the bed to show me his cock. Still trembling from my orgasm, I watched him grip the base of his length, forcing it to turn bright purple. With his other hand, he worked his fingers over the crown as if he were trying to gently pluck it away.

  The sight of him touching himself made me so aroused, my nipples tingled and started to drip milk onto the bed.

  “Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he grunted.

  Suddenly, a whitish fluid pulsed from his shaft, landing on the coverlet right in front of me. He growled, and his upper body jerked with every pulse of fluid. He slid his fingers up his length then came back down, holding onto it so tight it seemed to swell as it released another burst of seed.

  I almost forgot that Pa was even in the room, until I felt his hand on my ass. Within seconds, I felt his cum land on my flesh. He gave me a hard squeeze, and the wispy sounds of his hand along his length soon matched those of Mr. Caster.

  It didn’t take long for me to have another orgasm as my own fingers teased my clitoris. Several more streams of cum landed on the bed in front of me as Pa emptied his sack on my rear end, both of the men growling through their orgasms.

  There was no doubt that I had never felt sexier. But Mr. Caster was merely the beginning for us.

  ***

  Over the next month, I must have serviced a dozen men in a similar fashion. I had gotten really comfortable at stripping off my clothes and letting the men dictate my every move. In most instances, Pa would stand aside and watch, until he could no longer take his enormous erection pressing through his trousers, at which point he’d begin stroking himself, sometimes finishing by ejaculating on my breasts or my ass, depending on what position I was in.

  I found the whole experience to be erotic, and I’d yet to have a client that objected to him participating in this way.

  Until Mr. Hathaway.

  This particular client was in his mid-thirties but was a real bigwig. From what I’d learned about him, he controlled most of the banks in the state, which meant he had money coming out of his ears.