by Izzy Slam
He was also incredibly handsome, charismatic, and made it clear in no uncertain terms that he wanted me all to himself for at least one hour, without the presence of my father. I’d come highly recommended, and he was willing to pay whatever I wanted.
Whatever I wanted. Not whatever Pa wanted.
When Pa told me this, ripples of pleasure shuddered through me. The three of us had just finished eating at the Ziglar House Tea Room—a lunch my father had arranged and paid for in the hopes of landing him as a client. It turned out to be a smart move on his part. Lunch had cost nearly five dollars, but I could easily earn that back in one hour with Mr. Hathaway. And if I pleased him, I could make that over and over on a regular basis.
I’d stepped away from the table to use the powder room when Mr. Hathaway told Pa what he wanted from me. When I came back, he had already left. The decision was up to my pa.
“Do whatever he wants, Ruth. No questions. And you and I, and our child, will have the life we’ve always dreamed about. We’ll buy a mansion near the city and have a butler and a nanny. I’ll even hire you your very own lady’s maid. We’ll never have to cook, or clean, or draw our own baths again.”
He’d stroked my cheek adoringly with a twinkle in his eye. And I had to admit, it did sound wonderful. How could I say no to making Pa so happy? He’d always worked so hard to provide for me and my ma before she passed away. Now, he could get rid of the farm and retire if he wanted. And it wouldn’t really take much “work” on my part.
The next afternoon, he dropped me off at Mr. Hathaway’s home, saying he’d come back to get me in exactly one hour. The butler let me in, taking my coat before leading me to a lovely bedroom with Persian rugs and a bed fit for royalty. Dozens of pillows adorned the velvet bedspread, and I felt like the lucky one to have been chosen for such lavish accommodations.
I hadn’t been inside the room for more than 30 seconds before Mr. Hathaway made his appearance. He was wearing a dark silk robe and holding a glass of dark liquor. His smile was the first thing I noticed. The second thing I noticed was how my body responded to his presence.
There was no mistaking how attracted I was to him. And how could I not be? He was tall and muscular with dark blond hair, and it was apparent he worked hard to take care of his body.
But I was only here for the money, and to give our child a life filled with all the things he deserved. So being attracted to this man was not an option.
“Hello, dear Ruth,” he said, walking straight over and planting a kiss on my cheek. Tingles danced across my flesh as he placed his hand on my lower back and pulled me into a hug. He smelled deliciously clean and masculine.
“Mr. Hathaway. It’s good to see you again.”
He set his drink down on a table across the room and pulled the curtains closed for privacy, and the room darkened enough that he needed to turn on the small lamp near the bed.
“We don’t have much time, darling. And I plan to make use of every inch of your body while you’re here. So please…” He curled a finger at me, and I walked his way, feeling nervous and excited.
He cupped my face and pressed his lips to mine, letting his tongue invade my mouth with a hunger I hadn’t felt from my own husband. My pussy began to hum, and my nipples puckered up in an instant. I wasn’t expecting this sort of affection from him. Well, I guess I don’t know what I was expecting.
He used his fingers to gather up the sides of my dress, then stopped kissing me long enough to pull it over my head. His lips found mine again with a new hunger, and his hands wandered down the sides of my hips.
My heart was beating so fast and so hard, I thought it would explode. A part of me was frightened of all these new sensations, and the fact that I was experiencing them with a man who wasn’t my husband, and with whom I had just met the day before.
“Your body is magnificent,” he murmured in my ear.
“Thank you, Mr. Hathaway.”
He pulled down my knickers, going all the way to his knees. He looked up at me as he peeled them off my feet, one by one, offering me a playful smirk that gave me butterflies. Once I was completely unclothed, he sat up a bit, then ran his hands along my swollen belly, planting kisses along my flesh that made me feel like a queen.
“I’ve always loved the sight of a woman with child. The way her belly looks, and those full breasts…” His fingers toyed with my nipples, and I pulled in a rush of air. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I muttered. “Yes, I do.”
This was all so … intimate. Even Pa didn’t get on his knees with me. Mr. Hathaway was making me feel so very special, and incredibly sexy.
“Lie down for me,” he grumbled.
I sat down on the bed behind me and scooted back before resting my head on the huge mountain of downy pillows.
Mr. Hathaway untied his robe, revealing a perfectly chiseled body, solid muscles from his chest to his abs, and a cock that was well on its way to being fully erect.
Was it wrong that I immediately wondered what he tasted like?
He lay beside me, moving his gaze up and down my body, running his hands along my belly and shaking his head slowly as if in denial. “You are, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman I have ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes and hands upon.”
I watched his fingers navigate to the tuft of hair on my mound, and I instinctively parted my legs while tucking my hands under my head. “Thank you, sir. That’s very kind of you.”
He let his fingers hover over my pussy, teasing me with a playful look. “Does your husband treat you well?” he asked.
“Yes, he does,” I answered.
I wasn’t surprised at the question, but as he lifted a suspicious brow, I realized it probably did seem a bit odd that a man would let his wife spend an hour alone with a man he didn’t know, just for money. I couldn’t allow any thoughts like that to distract me, though.
“What would you like from me today, Mr. Hathaway?” I asked, lazily dragging my fingers up his arm.
He flicked his eyes back at me and glanced down at my lips. I suddenly ached to kiss him again.
“I want full access to your body, and I want you to let me bring you pleasure.”
His fingers dipped inside my folds, and his lips moved to my breasts. He pulled my nipple inside his mouth and ran his tongue all along my tender bud as he softly fondled my clit.
I huffed and spread my legs as wide as they would go, closing my eyes as he dipped inside my wet channel then came back out to swirl the pad of his finger over my quickly hardening pearl.
My stomach drew tight as I fought the urge to cum with lightning speed. But the way he was touching me was making it hard.
“I love the way you pregnant women cum so fast,” he groaned.
“Mmm, I’ve always been able to cum fast,” I argued, realizing that probably made me sound like a good-for-nothing whore.
But Mr. Hathaway simply let out another growl, obviously pleased that I enjoyed having orgasms before the pregnancy hormones had taken over.
I felt his cock tap the side of my leg, his pre-cum leaking out and smearing along my flesh. It was so incredibly erotic, I began thrusting my hips upward as an orgasm gripped me from head to toe.
“That’s it, Ruth. Cum for me like a good girl,” he groaned.
He suckled hard enough on my breast to get a nice burst of milk, right as my pussy exploded into orgasm.
He moaned as I thrashed my pelvis up in several hard jerks, and it forced me to squirt onto his hand. He sank his fingers deep inside of me, massaging out another burst of fluid that actually made a noise as it landed on his bedspread.
“Oh yes!” I cried out.
I was shocked that I was able to cum so hard with a stranger. But there was no denying the chemistry that existed between the two of us.
After the last few shudders dwindled away, Mr. Hathaway got on his knees and straddled my chest. His cock bobbed in front of my face, long and hard and oozing a voluminous amount
of clear fluid.
“Take me in your mouth, just for a moment.”
I wanted to take him for more than a moment, but I wasn’t going to argue. He was the paying client, so what he said, went.
I gripped the base of his length and felt it throb under my fingers. He let out a moan and brushed some loose hair out of my face. After flicking my tongue along the tip and tasting his yummy fluid, I wrapped my lips around his girth and took him all the way to the back of my throat, releasing a long moan when I felt his slit leak even more.
He pumped his thick rod in and out of my mouth. Then he released the grip I had on the base of his cock and pinned my hands above my head. Silken fabric wrapped around my wrists, binding them together as he tied the other end to a single piece of wood on his headboard. My eyes shot open in a flash.
Momentary panic washed over me. But Mr. Hathaway seemed intent to keep using me for his pleasure.
“Not that I don’t love to feel your soft fingers on my manhood, but I do enjoy seeing a girl bound and tied in the throes of passion.”
I let out a soft whimper as he pushed his cock to the back of my throat and emptied his sack in several hard bursts. I watched his face twist in agonizing pleasure as his cock throbbed and twitched, over and over. His cum tasted like salt-infused milk—very different from my pa, but it still induced a gag. Mr. Hathaway held my head steady as I wiggled my fingers, getting a grip on the piece of fabric holding me in place.
“Ah yes, a compliant swallower. What every man dreams of.”
Before allowing his cock to go soft, he pulled out of my mouth and moved between my legs. Angling his gaze up at me, he parted my folds and stuck out his tongue before flicking it along my clit.
I tugged on the restraint and huffed. “Oh yes. That’s nice,” I whispered.
Smirking, he did it again, treating my lady bump like the most delicious piece of candy he wanted to lick his way to the center of.
Several fingers went deep inside my pussy when I felt another invade my rear end. I nearly shot up off the bed.
Mr. Hathaway chuckled. “You’ll come to love that, little one. Just try to relax.”
“I—I don’t know if I can.”
“Oh? Not even when I do this?”
He lifted my rear end off the bed and proceeded to lick my puckered rose, darting his tongue inside so deep I felt my face heat. One finger moved to my clit, and while the feeling was odd, it was also immensely pleasurable.
“Oh … oh yes…” I murmured, feeling my body come close to tumbling over that edge again.
Mr. Hathaway groaned and pushed his tongue deeper in my ass before quickening his finger along my clit. My entire body felt as though it was about to burst.
My nipples tingled as they curled up into points, and I let out a breathy moan as I felt several drops of milk spill down the sides of my chest. Within seconds, I felt a river spilling down my flesh, and that’s when the dam broke for me.
I yelled out in pleasure as my ass began to quiver through the most intense orgasm of my life. Mr. Hathaway vocalized and kept his tongue and finger in place until my body stopped trembling. When he stopped licking my tight little ass, I let out a huff, watching him climb back up the bed until his turgid cock was teetering above my breasts.
“Dear heavens, what a lovely mess you’ve made,” he said, smiling as he gripped my mounds and pushed them together.
After giving them a firm squeeze and forcing milk to pool down to the center of my chest, he slid his cock between the tight crease and began to fuck my milky flesh.
“I’ve always fantasized about this, Ruth. Cumming on a set of milking tits like this.”
His voice sounded gravelly as he quickened his pace. His shaft squicked between my breasts, making wet, sloppy sounds as he thrust harder and faster.
The head turned a dark shade of red as he grunted and pinched my nipples, forcing a stream of milk to shoot out of one of my breasts.
“Aaaaahhhhh…” he moaned as thick, white cum pulsed out on my chest.
I bit my lip and moaned with him as he gave several more thrusts, smearing his seed all over me. I was so turned on at the sight of him using my body like this that I knew I could cum again if given the chance.
And given the chance I was. Mr. Hathaway made me cum three more times within the hour, once with his finger and twice with his tongue. I don’t think I had ever felt more fulfilled.
He finally released my hands and cuddled with me for five minutes, stroking my tummy bump and telling me how beautiful I was. And honestly, I couldn’t remember ever feeling this beautiful at all. Even though he hadn’t fucked my pussy the way I had been craving, I still somehow felt fulfilled.
He helped me get dressed and kissed me on the cheek when the hour was up, brushing my hair back up into a nice, neat ponytail for me.
“I can’t wait to have another date with you, darling. I plan to tell your husband I wish to see you at least twice a week.”
He pulled me into a hug that made me feel warm all over.
“I think he’ll agree to that.”
I sure hoped he would. Because with all that talent in the bedroom, and with what he was worth, I did not want this to be my first and last time with Mr. Hathaway.
And I had the feeling that this was the start of something good.
Pa’s Dirty Little Secret Book 5
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Now that I’m six months pregnant, my hormones are in OVERDRIVE, and I just cannot get enough, even with a husband and a paying client. But when Mr. Hathaway says he wants to own me outright, I’m not sure how my pa will take it. Maybe I can have them both…? And at the same time would be even better.
“Nnnn, yesssss,” I groaned in ecstasy. “That’s so good, Master.”
He plunged deeper and deeper with each slow grind, making my pussy feel better than it had in months. Finally, I was getting fucked again the way I liked it. And all while getting paid for it.
After giving my hair a good yank, his rod hardened, and I felt his fluid gushing out to the bed below. I gave in to the pleasure and came on his cock, my walls squeezing and convulsing around his thick member.
“Take my seed, slave girl,” he growled.
I huffed and slammed my body backwards, forcing his cock so deep I could feel it rubbing against my upper walls. “Oh yes, Master. Fuck me hard!”
I gripped the coverlet beneath me and released a long moan as Mr. Hathaway’s cock massaged out the rest of my orgasm while he emptied inside of me.
Dr. Holt had warned me about wild sex, but I couldn’t stop myself. My body needed it. My pussy needed it. I was now six months along and going another two months without indulging in sexual pleasures was not an option for me, especially when I had a man who was willing to give me what I needed. What could I say? Here I was at eighteen years of age, and I needed sex the way men did.
Once we were spent, I curled up on the top of his bed. He kissed me on the head and fetched himself a dram of homemade whisky.
“You’re amazing, my darling. I love it when you call me Master. Well, you know that.”
I laughed softly. “I know how much you love to hear that word. And you should know by now how much I love to say it.”
Mr. Hathaway had insisted I address him that way several weeks ago. Apparently, he liked thinking of me as his property. Since then, he had become my exclusive client, and because he was paying me, and he was an amazing lover, how could I argue with pretending to be his property for a short period of time?
“You know, my dear,” he said, coming to sit next to me on the bed. “I have thought about a little proposal for you.”
“Oh?” I sat up on my elbow, and Mr. Hathaway leaned down to kiss my round belly. “You do remember that I’m married already.”
He chuckled and swatted me on the bottom. “Yes, I’m painfully aware that you’re already married. But … I think you may be interested in hearing this idea of mine.”
“I’m all ears.”
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�Simple, really. I’d like to own you outright. For good. Twenty-four-seven.”
I paused, waiting for him to say he was only joking. But Mr. Hathaway did not look as though he were trying to be funny at all.
“You mean twenty-four-seven on the weekends, right?” I asked, smirking up at him.
He shook his head and ran a hand over the swell of my hip. “No, not on the weekends. I mean that I want you here with me, sharing my bed and doing what I want all the time.”
My eyes lifted. I had just reminded him that I was married. How in the world could he possibly think something like this was doable? Plus, he couldn’t really own me like a horse or a piece of chattel. Nor could he own me the way men used to own slaves. This must have been a fantasy of his.
“What about Pa—my husband, I mean.” I almost slipped up there. No one knew that my husband was my former stepfather, and we wanted to keep it that way.
“Your husband will be paid handsomely for you. Not only that, I’m happy to let him live in the guest house so he can see his child whenever he wishes. And, if he would like regular visits with you, perhaps monthly, that can be arranged. I don’t mind sharing, so long as he doesn’t tire you out.” He caressed my breasts, and a bit of milk leaked onto his fingers.
By “visits” I assumed he meant sexual in nature. This arrangement had to be the strangest thing I’d ever heard of. Unconventional at best. But would Pa be willing to give me up for money? As for me, I didn’t have to think about it at all.
I did not want to lose the man who had raised me. He was my husband, and I loved him dearly. I couldn’t imagine not going to bed with him every evening. Furthermore, what would our child think as he grew up, watching me go to bed every night with a man who wasn’t his father? How could we possibly juggle all of this?
On the other hand, I had grown fond of Mr. Hathaway, and his skills in bed were … well, there weren’t words to describe how good he was. But it ran deeper than that for me. I cared for him in a way I couldn’t explain.