Caught: Contemporary Taboo Romance

by Heidi Hunter

  I walked over and hugged him, putting my head on his chest. I wanted him to console me like Marjorie had consoled me. Is he capable of that? Or is he nothing more than a big, black cock to be used? I had more questions than answers. After telling him, he went into protective mode, asking me if I was hungry. I let him make me a cheese and ham omelet then went to my bedroom to sleep. I told him we could talk about the baby in the morning.

  * * *

  When I woke up in the morning and headed downstairs to kitchen for some coffee and toast, I was surprised yet again. Mom was sitting at the kitchen table with Harley. From the way she was looking at me, I knew she knew I was pregnant and was disappointed with me. She had caught me being pregnant from her ex-boyfriend.

  “What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?”

  “I'm in love with him, mom.” I rushed to Harley's side and put my arm around his shoulder.

  “You're allowing this to happen? And you're mad at me?” My mom shook her head as she stared at Harley, hate dripping from her eyes.

  “Mom, you don't understand...”

  “I understand completely!”

  She got up quickly, her chair falling to the ground. Without bothering to pick it up, she stormed out of the kitchen. I moved to go after her, but Harley grabbed my arm.

  “Let her go for now. She's gotta cool down. This is a lot to process. For me too.”

  I looked into his eyes, wondering if he was mad at me or was going to abandon me and the baby. We had breakfast, not really talking about anything. The rest of the day was really awkward, especially when I got a series of text messages from Marjorie. I didn't want to leave Harley again now that I was in his house. I was afraid a little and wanted him to protect me.

  * * *

  Weeks later, I began showing. Harley called it my little bumpkin. He'd never had a child of his own, so he was getting really excited about the process. He told me that he would take care of himself during the pregnancy so I didn't have to worry about getting him off, but I told him he was crazy.

  “Being pregnant makes me even more horny. Well, sometimes.”

  “Like now?” he asked, tilting his head with a sly smile.

  I loved the way he made me laugh. “I'm going to take a bath right now but maybe later.”

  “Be careful and tell me when you're getting out, so I can help you.”

  “I will.”

  I went upstairs and drew a bath with warm, soapy water. After carefully sitting down, I felt a lot of the tension that had been building up suddenly release. I had a lot on my mind. Nursing classes had continued with me trying to keep up. Harley was helping a lot, making sure I had everything I needed. I still had to talk to Marjorie about what had happened and why I'd left, but I knew I could do that later. My big priority was the baby.

  After soaking for a good half hour, Harley appeared in the door. “You okay? Been a while?”

  “Yeah, the water's getting cold, but I was too lazy to turn on the hot water again.”

  “Here, let me help you.”

  He came in the bathroom, towering over me as I lay in the tub. I grabbed his hand and watched as his thick, muscled arm pulled me up. He started to dry me off with a towel. His huge fingers roaming all over my body were turning me on. I had to have him.

  I leaned forward and whispered into his ear, “Fuck me, daddy.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “I need you inside me. Right now.”

  He lifted me up in his arms and carried me to his bedroom. Setting me on the bed gently, he lay down between my legs. Carefully, he started licking my pink, fleshy folds of skin. His tongue felt incredible as it slid, prodded and poked at my most sensitive parts. When I was wet, he crawled up beside me and rolled me gently on my side.

  I felt his huge cock poking my pussy, trying to find its way in. When he found his goal and slid in, I sighed. He began thrusting his huge member into my pussy again and again. While doing that, his hands had reached around and grabbed my tits, which were getting a lot larger.

  With school and everything else, we hadn't been able to fuck as much as I would like. I knew this was probably helping our relationship as he was older. It had been so long, he only had to fuck me for a few minutes with that huge cock before I was crying out in pleasure. When I was done, he pulled out and rolled over on his back.

  “Let me finish you off.”

  I wrapped my slender fingers around his hard, slick cock and started stroking my hand up and down his entire length. He reached over and stroked my hair, driving me wild. I thought about sucking him off, but he seemed happy with my tiny hand rubbing his dick still slick from my pussy juices.

  “That feels so good, baby girl.”

  “Yeah? You like me stroking your cock?”

  “So much.”

  “Can I do more?”

  “This is... so good...”

  He was breathing heavier now, his chest rising and falling.

  “Are you going to come for me? I need my protein.”

  “I'm so close...”

  “Good. I want you to come for me. I want you to shoot your huge load all over your belly so I can lick it all up.”

  He reached down and I felt his large, thick fingers begin rubbing my pussy. I was still sensitive after my last orgasm, but I didn't want to stop him. It felt so good. I slowed down, stroking him just enough to keep him hard and interested. Then one of his fingers slipped inside of me while his palm pressed against my little nub. I started tugging at his massive dick faster again. I wanted to try to time our orgasms perfectly.

  I felt his cock tighten and knew he was at the edge so I backed off a little. This caused him to start finger fucking me more forcefully. When I reached the peak and exploded in orgasm, I gave him a few more pumps. His massive cock began shooting large gobs of cum high into the air. The arced up then landed on his chest. I held onto him, feeling each and every time he squirted while my own body shook beside him.

  “Now comes the good part,” I said, leaning over to lick up one of the thicker pools of cum on his chest.

  “Give me some of that.”

  I moved up to kiss him on the lips. His cum spilled from my mouth into his. The kiss was blissful. I reached down and scooped up some more of the cum with my finger. Slowly, I slipped my white digit into his mouth. His big red lips swallowed my finger, his tongue swirling around it. I couldn't be happier. I was pregnant and had been caught, but it was a good thing. I had my whole life in front of me, and if I could spend some of it with Harley, I would be happy.

  Little Secret

  Ever since I graduated college, I've been stressing about how to pay my student loan bills. The rude people calling never stopped trying to make me feel like shit for not having enough money to pay my debt. While I'd gotten a week after I got my degree, it was an entry level position and I was barely making enough to survive. My life was shit.

  As I sat on my couch and stared at the blank television, I realized how much I missed having cable. I didn't have money to party or do anything really, but that was about to change. The job I'd managed to get was a decent one, but I didn't feel like I was making as much money as I was worth, especially considering I was saddled with so much student loan debt.

  I knew I never should have taken the money from work, but it was so easy. After just a week, I had an extra hundred dollars. If I was smart and continued messing with the books slightly, I'd be able to finally send the debt collectors some cash so they would just leave me the fuck alone. The moment I took the money the first time – just twenty dollars – I'd felt horrible.

  That feeling had passed when I realized I could keep taking twenty dollars day after day without being noticed. For a full week, I'd been taking a little money each day and it was finally starting to add up – the amount as well as my feelings of doing something wrong. Throughout college, I'd never cheated a day in my life. I just figured with all the work I'd done, I'd be able to get a better job.

  After I drank the
last of the rot gut wine, I took the glass into the kitchen and set it in the sink. Maybe it was the alcohol or the fact that I had no other means of entertainment, but I really felt like touching myself. Working so hard in college hadn't given me any time to experiment sexually as I'd originally planned. I was still a virgin at the age of twenty-one.

  “Why is my life so shit?” I asked the empty room.

  When I didn't get an answer, I headed into my bedroom and got into bed. As I laid on top of the covers, I started to think about my life. Had I been making the wrong decisions? The money at work wasn't as much of a concern as the fact that I'd not had a lot of sex (or any sex) during my college years. I thought of myself as a very sexual person even if I hadn't made love before.

  The more I thought about all the hot guys who had lived around me, the more turned on I got. My hands moved to my breasts. As I started to massage them, the rest of the world, including all my problems, began to fade away. Feeling them through the material was soon not enough, and I sat up and pulled the shirt off. Then I laid back and started touching myself again.

  My fingers twirled around my nipples, teasing them. As they got hard and even more sensitive, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine some hunky guy was feeling me up. I knew it was just a fantasy, but it made me feel less dirty when I was playing with myself. With one hand still gently playing with a nipple, my other hand slipped lower on my body.

  Just as I was about to slip it into my sweat pants so I could touch myself, I heard a knock at door. I stopped instantly and sat up in bed. Had I imagined the sound? Who the hell would show up after eight in the evening? A moment later, I heard the sound again. After I got out of bed and threw on a robe, I headed to the living room.

  When I looked out the peephole, I was surprised to see Cain Jackson from work. He was in the accounting department and the person that handed out the paychecks every Friday afternoon. What was he doing at my house? I took a deep breath and tried to relax for a moment. I'd gone from pleasuring myself to freaked out in record time.

  “Can I help you?” I asked through the door.

  “Open up, Mandy. We need to talk.”

  “Hold on a minute,” I said then glanced around the room.

  Slowly, I unlocked the door and opened it slightly.

  “I think it's better if we have this conversation inside,” he said.

  As a much older man, he had some sort of authority in his voice. The way he sounded made me want to obey him. I swung the door open and motioned him in. Before shutting the door, I looked around to see if any of my nosy neighbors had noticed. Luckily, it appeared as if everyone else was asleep or getting ready for bed. I shut the door and turned around to face Cain.

  “Can I help you? It's a little late.”

  “I know about your little secret,” he said, confidently taking off his jacket. “You have somewhere to hang this up?”

  “Excuse me? I don't think you're staying.”

  “I'm staying for a bit. Don't be rude. It's not going to help your cause.”

  What did he mean? I wondered as I took the jacket from him then hung it up in the closet next to the front door. When I turned around, he had walked further into the living room and sat down on my brown leather couch. His arms were stretched out, and he had one leg crossed over the over. What concerned me the most – and made me a little hot – was the expression on his face.

  He looked like the cat who had just eaten the canary, very full of himself. The confidence he exuded was powerful. I tried to hide my hesitation and nervousness and walked over to the other end of the couch and sat down. His eyes crawled all over my body. I pulled on my robe to make sure I was covering everything.

  “What are you doing here? It's really late. This isn't really professional...”

  “Shhh.”

  He put a finger to his lips, and I fell silent almost immediately. What was this power he had over me? I wondered as I watched him silently.

  “Good. Before we begin, I want you to know that you're the one in control here. Do you understand?”

  I nodded my head slightly even though I had no idea what the fuck he was talking about.

  “Great.” He uncrossed his legs and turned a little so that he could stare directly into my eyes. “I know about the money.”

  As soon as the words came out of his mouth, my heart started beating faster. “The money? I'm not sure I know what you're talking about.”

  “You know very well. It was a good idea, but you've been caught.”

  “Fuck,” I said, devastated. “I'm so sorry. I just owe a lot for my college loans and... and...”

  Tears rolled down my cheeks as I started to cry.

  “Now, now, there's no need to cry. I'm the only one who knows.”

  I looked up at his. The look of smug satisfaction on his face was hard to miss.

  “Come here and kiss me,” he commanded.

  My body started moving closer to him, almost unconsciously. I kept my eyes on his lips as I slid across the cushions. When I was close, he reached out and pulled me closer. He kissed me with a passion I had never experienced before. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth as his hand moved down my back then cupped one of my ass cheeks through the white robe.

  “That was good,” he said after he pulled back.

  His eyes were focused on me. I felt weak, as if he had some unseen control over me even though I knew I was the one making the decisions. All I wanted to do was keep going, to make him feel good, to let him make me feel good. Would he eat my pussy? Would he fuck me? Could I take all of him into me? I had a few toys, but was I ready for a real cock to penetrate me?

  As the questions rolled through my mind, he reached out and took my hand in his. Slowly and deliberately, he moved it to his lap. I felt the outline of his dick beneath the fabric of his pants. What did he want me to do? I had always wanted to see one up close. He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me down gently.

  I undid his pants and unzipped them. His cock looked huge in his underwear. Was his cock hard already? I knew there was only one way to find out, so I slipped my hands into his boxers and wrapped my soft, delicate fingers around his shaft, which was still flaccid. With a fluid movement, I pulled him out all the way. All of a sudden, I was staring down at my first dick.

  “You can kiss it,” he said.

  Still grasping it at the base with one of my hands, I bent my head lower. My wet, pink tongue slid out of my mouth as I got closer and closer. When I made contact with the tip, I found myself getting aroused. At the same time, he reached into my robe and began massaging one of my breasts, twisting the nipple and getting it so hard.

  When I kissed his mushroom head again, I felt his twitch a little. His hands roamed over my body as I moved even closer and slipped just the tip of his dick into my mouth. The salty taste was strange but not gross or disgusting. What I really liked was the fact that I could feel him getting harder as I sucked him. The sensation was incredible, unlike anything I'd ever experienced before.

  His hand went lower and slipped into my panties. When I felt his thick fingers brush my pussy lips, I moaned and sucked more of him into my mouth. Having someone else touch me there was a lot different than when I touched myself. My entire body felt electric and alive as he continued to get harder. I started to stroke his shaft with my small hand as I continued to suck.

  “Let me lay down,” he said suddenly.

  Had I done something wrong? I was terrified at first, but then I saw that he just wanted to get out of his clothes. For an older man, his body was really fit. His muscled abs looked like they had been carved into place. When he was fully naked, he stretched out on his back on the couch. I was still staring at him, a little in shock about what was happening.

  “Now come and sit on my face,” he said.

  My eyes widened slightly then I smiled. I knew what he had in mind. I'd never been with a man before, and I was going to get to try everything with my first one. I felt like such a lucky wo
man. As I straddled his face, he grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled my pussy onto his face. His soft yet powerful tongue began licking my fleshy, pink lips and clitoris.

  I moaned and rubbed myself against his face. Then I lowered my head onto his dick and started sucking him off again. The better I sucked his cock, the more aggressive he got with licking my pussy. At some point, I felt him stick one then two fingers inside my tight, wet hole. I groaned as he wiggled them around a little then pulled them out and went back to licking me and sucking on my clit.

  His cock was huge, the purple head so shiny. I licked him from the base all the way to the top then plopped him back into my mouth and moved my head up and down. I felt his cock throb as I slobbered all over him. When I felt myself about to come, I continued sucking him. His tongue touched my clit in just the right way and pushed me over the edge.

  As my body shook, I continued moving my lips over his smooth, hard cock. Then, just as I started to come down from my orgasm, I felt the base of his dick throb. A moment later, he grunted as I felt him squirt his come into my mouth. I continued moving my head up and down slowly and I loosened my lips a little so his cum came rushing out, sliding down his shaft.

  When I pulled my head back, I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down a little. I still couldn't believe what was happening. My first sexual encounter with an older man had left me shaking. I crawled off of him and sat on the edge of my coffee table as he lifted his hands behind his head. He had a huge smile on his face.

  “Are you going to tell?”

  “I don't know,” he said then looked over at me. “I might be able to keep your little secret.”

  “But...we just...you came...”

  “I'm going to fuck that tight pussy of yours, dear. Don't worry. You're going to like it.”

  I knew he was right. My eyes roamed over his entire body.

  “Can you get me a glass of wine before we continue?”

  “Yeah, sure. It's not good.”

  “That's okay, dear. I just need to clean my palette.”