by Sasha Bleu
Pastor-ized: Pregnant and Alone
Pastor-ized: Pregnant and Alone
Midpoint
PASTOR-IZED
Pregnant and Alone
SASHA BLEU
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Copyright © 2016 by Sasha Bleu
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WARNING: This story features graphic sex elements and strong language that may offend or disturb some readers. The adult-only themes may offend or disturb some readers. All characters portrayed are 18 years of age or older.
COVER: Stock photo. Posed by model
TABLE OF CONTENTS
EXCERPT
THE HUNDRED-DOLLAR MINIMUM WAGE
TURNING PRO
FIVE HUNDRED MORE PLUS THE TIP
MOO-VING ON
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EXCERPT
Pastor Manning raised his robes above his waist, and I was able to see his cock for the first time. The pastor was a fairly thin man so the size of his cock shocked me. It was long, and thick, and veiny. My reaction to seeing him like that was equally surprising. The sight of a man of the cloth with his robes hitched above his waist and his long hard dick in his hands stirred me. I bit my lip and my tummy trembled in lustful arousal. My ass cheeks clenched, and my juices flowed from my pussy. I needed to touch myself. “Five hundred more, and I’ll masturbate for you.”
He didn’t even hesitate. “Done.”
At first I was very self-conscious about pleasuring myself in front of the pastor. But I focused on his large cock. I ran my fingers up and down my chest. I was panting thinking about the pastor’s cock inside me. He was definitely not the most handsome man I had ever seen, but he was a man with a dick and that was what I needed most. But there was no way that I was going to let him get inside me, so I settled on fantasizing about it. I sensuously rubbed my pregnant belly for him, and he moaned in sinful delight.
My other hand squeezed my tit and sent jets of warm, white milk into his face.
Pastor Manning was really pounding his cock as he licked the sprays of my milk from his around his mouth. I was already so horny, and watching the pastor jerk himself off was a real turn on. My fingers trailed down to my panties again. I lightly rubbed my clit through the thin material. Instinctively, my hips swayed back and forth as if I were getting fucked. I moaned and squeezed my nipple, shooting more milk onto the preacher.
“Bury them, bury your fingers inside your pussy, Rebecca.” The pastor commanded.
I slipped the crotch of my panties aside, and slowly slid my middle finger inside my hot hole. “Oh yeah,” I moaned. My hips swayed faster, and I ached for a cock inside me as I fingered myself, and pulled at my stiffened nipple.
“Suck your tits, Rebecca, drink your milk.” The pastor gasped, his hand slowly working the head of his dick.
I had never had my tits in my mouth before. Sure I had played with them and massaged them while I masturbated, but I’d never even considered putting them in my mouth. It was such a nasty thought, and it made me hotter. I cupped my breast and brought it to my mouth. Pastor Manning’s eyes were wide with desire as he watched my performance. When my nipple was close to my mouth, I ran my lips around it, smearing my lipstick on it. I flicked my tongue at it and tasted the soapiness of my rouge mixed with the sweetness of my milk. It was so fucking hot and, judging from his moans, the pastor found it pretty sexy as well. I finger fucked myself even harder.
“Suck it, suck it.” The pastor had stood up but was still beating himself off.
I paused and looked at him in the eye as I slipped my long nipple into my mouth. My lips latched onto my breast. It was so nasty. I closed my eyes, and took a moment to relish the sensation. I flicked at my nipple with my tongue, sending tremors through my core. I opened my eyes again, sucking the milk from my full tit and looking at the pastor. Look at me, I was telling him, look at how slutty I can get. I hungrily filled my mouth with my sweet cream and made a show of letting the excess slowly pour over my lower lip.
I made loud and obscene slurping and sucking sounds as I struggled to gulp down my warm milk. I was so totally aroused. My mouth latched onto my nipple even harder. I plunged two fingers into my hot, wet pussy and I bucked back and forth as I finger fucked myself.
END OF EXCERPT
THE HUNDRED-DOLLAR MINIMUM WAGE
I closed my eyes as tightly as I could, but I could still hear his grunts and moans of approval. The long nails of his thumb and forefinger rolled my thick nipple, stiffening it to its full length. His other hand caressed and massaged the tops of my engorged breasts. Suddenly he squeezed down hard on my nub, and my eyes popped open just in time to see my breast milk coat the bathroom mirror.
“I’m very sorry.” The Asian with the weirdly long fingernails sounded sincere. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, but I wanted to see how well you expressed.” He rubbed my milk into his fingers. Damn, it did hurt, and it also made my pussy tingle.
He reached across my chest and did the same thing with my other tit. He gently pinched at my nipple, coaxing it to its full size. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger touching it only with those elongated nails. Slowly and sensuously, he teased the first droplets of my white liquid out of me. My knees trembled and nearly buckled from the pleasure. I held onto the sink for support. And then after the delicious pain, relief came as he milked my tit.
“Yes, quite wonderful,” he sighed as my milk squirted out from the end of my tit.
“Do you have what you need?” I was hoping to get out of there with some dignity, and before I had an orgasm at the hands of the Asian stranger.
“Not quite, Miss Hagee. The hundred dollars was for the full experience.” My shame returned as he bent his head to my breast, latched on to the front of my boob, and began to feed. At first, I felt disgusted by the slurping and sucking noises he made as he suckled. But then guilt took over when I realized that all of his attention was sexually arousing me. The tingle in my pussy had turned to warmth and then to moisture. I was certain that my panties were soaking wet. All the while, the stranger moaned his delight as he drank my cream.
I looked in the mirror, and I felt like I wasn’t even in my body. Someone who looked like me was naked from the waist up. Milk-filled white, pillowy breasts hung heavily in front of her. The pancake-sized areolas were tipped with long, thick chocolate nipples. It was not the body I was used to seeing, at least not up until two months ago, but it was mine. Yet I was totally detached from it all except for the heat in my pussy that held me in that moment.
Then there was this Kim Yun person, an older, elegant Asian man, playing with my engorged tits -- a privilege he’d paid me a badly needed hundred dollars for. I was filled with shame because of how much the Asian gentleman had aroused me. I bit my lower lip to keep myself from moaning. But I couldn’t control my hips that swayed back and forth, or my pussy that ached for a cock that the Asian assured me would not be part of our deal. It didn’t matter, I knew that if Kim Yun kept milking me, I would cum without having a dick inside me. Then my shame would be complete.
“Why do you look away, Miss Hagee? Are you ashamed?” He licked the stray droplets of my milk from his lips, his tongue sensuous and snakelike.
“What do you think? Pregnant. Unmarried. I’ve got a lot to be ashamed about.” How could he have understood? Where I came from, good girls would never allow themselves to get into my condition; much less take money from someone to let them suck their tits in a department store washroom like a common whore.
“You have been given a great opportunity. Especially since your milk has come in so early in your pregnancy.” The Asian stood back and admired my bare torso. “If it weren’t for the dampness on your bosom, I would not have known about your condition.” Kim Yun approached me while I was looking at the want ads in the mall’s food court. I was having some sinful thoughts about my stepfather and my nipples were leaking.
“Look, in spite of what you may think, I’m not a prostitute.” I was vainly trying to regain my dignity. But one look in the mirror told me who I was. A cheap slut who allowed a strange foreigner to fondle and suckle her nipples for a hundred dollars.
“Miss Hagee, this,” and he pointed at by breasts, ”is what you Americans call a grey area.” He pulled a handkerchief from his jacket pocket, and dabbed at my nipples and areolas in an effort to dry them. “I have many acquaintances who would pay you handsomely for the exact experience you just allowed me.”
I was in no mood to hear anything more from the Asian. “Well, that’s good to know for the next time I need a hundred dollars.”
Kim Yun snorted. “A hundred dollars is a pittance for what you could be making. For what I just experienced, you could get a thousand dollars.”
I didn’t believe him. “A thousand dollars to just, what? Let someone get to second base with me.”
“Second base?”
“Yes, to let them feel me up and suck and play with my tits.” Putting it in high school language somehow made it less nasty. Though until that fateful summer, I had never let anyone get beyond first base.
“Ah yes. But what they want is more specific. To taste your cream, and feed at your breast. That is what they seek.” He had finished drying my nipples and handed me my bra.
“These people will pay a thousand dollars for me to nurse them?” I had actually read about people who got turned on by drinking a woman’s breast milk. The women who supplied the milk were known as human cows, or hucows. At first the idea was weird to me. But the thought of having an adult suckle at my breast aroused me. Mainly because after I got pregnant, my tits and especially my nipples became very sensitive. And I was often able to make myself cum just from rubbing and tweaking my nipples.
“They will actually pay fifteen hundred dollars for the privilege. I keep five hundred as my fee.”
“Why should you get so much? It’s my milk.” I couldn’t believe that I was actually considering his proposal. But a thousand dollars would get me into a decent apartment.
“Miss Hagee, the people that I will introduce you to are very discriminating. They are people who have unique tastes. And, more importantly, they are people who know how to behave.” His smile was confident and assured. The smile of a man who knew he was going to get what he wanted. “You have told me that your family has forced you out of your home because of your condition. I know how hard that can be for a young woman. Miss Hagee, I urge you to consider my offer. If not for yourself, think of your child. You could make tens, maybe even hundreds, of thousands of dollars in a fairly short time. Please take a few minutes and consider what I’ve said while you put yourself together. I’ll wait for you outside.”
The Asian had given me something to think about. I was aware of how expensive it would be to have the baby. And I had no idea as to how I would provide for it once it was born. Realistically, I had no options. I was desperate when I woke up that morning. This was a possible way out of my situation.
I looked at myself in the mirror as I adjusted my bra. And when I cupped my breasts in my hands, I understood that they were my only real assets. By the time I left the washroom, I had made my decision. Kim Yuan greeted me on the other side of the door and he must have known from my face that I was going to let myself be used.
TURNING PRO
Kim Yun’s assistant sent me an email within a few days of our meeting. I instantly recognized the place where I was to meet my new client. Someone at a well-known tele-evangelic church wanted my unique talent. My instructions were that I was to feed the client and leave. There was a note on the email that gave me some comfort though. The client is a VIP and discretion is an ABSOLUTE. You do not have to prepare to have sex with this client, as there is no expectation of it on the client’s part.
The next day when got to the church, I went to the large door but couldn’t bring myself to open it. I turned around and sat on a bench that was just outside of the entrance. There was something wrong about sharing my baby’s milk with a man, especially a man I had never met in person. In fact, I had only allowed one man to see me naked. But at least I knew him, and he cared for me. Now to just give myself over to anyone with the money to afford me? It just seemed sinful.
I rolled my hand over my belly and thought about the man who had put that baby inside me. This was a betrayal to him, and even if he had turned his back on me when I got pregnant, I still felt a sense of loyalty to him. I was lost in shame and self-pity.
“Are you from the agency?” I felt a hand on my shoulder and jumped. “I’m so sorry to have startled you. Are you Rebecca?”
Rebecca was my ‘professional’ name. Kim Yun had suggested that I use a different name when I went out on calls. I figured that Rebecca had a nice wholesome ring to it. It was a name that told the men who hired me that I still an old-fashioned girl. And I dressed the part too. I was wearing the same outfit that I used to wear to church back home. Though it had become tighter around my tummy because of my baby bump. And it was so tight across my bosom, that I had to undo a few buttons, exposing my ample cleavage.
“Yes, I am Rebecca. But this is a mistake, I shouldn’t be here.”
“Nonsense, girl. You’re in the right place. I’m Pastor Arnold Manning, I arranged for you to come here.”
I was taken aback. I was told to go to The Church of Everlasting Supplication. Of course, I’d heard of it. My stepfather and I would watch the broadcast of their mid-week services together. I had seen Pastor Manning on television many times, but seeing him in person and under these circumstances was a huge shock to me. “That’s not what I mean. I shouldn’t be here. It’s just morally wrong. Don’t you agree? After all you’re a preacher.”
“How wrong can it be? The book tells us that many of the greatest men in history nursed at the breasts of women who weren’t their mothers. My own father had a wet nurse until he was five years old. And he used to tell me how he still remembered the taste of her milk. The service that you provide is a time honored one.” He was staring at my unbuttoned top. His eyes were glued on my pillowy, white breasts.
“But why do you...”
“We all have our needs, my dear. And this is mine.” He gestured at my tits with his hands. “In the grand scheme of things, is it really so wrong? I need your milk. I need to taste its warm sweetness. To feel it flow down my throat. My life has been dedicated to the service of my flock.” He pointed to my breasts. “This gives me some relief from the pressure of meeting those needs.”
“Pastor Manning, I don’t think that this is the right thing for me to be doing.” I was a little put off by his obvious attention to my tits.
“I will make it worth your while Rebecca. All I’m asking is that you let me suckle at your wondrous
breasts.” His eyes widened. And I looked down at my boobs, I realized that my milk was leaking and forming wet circles in my bra.
“Two thousand dollars.” It came out of nowhere. There was desperation in his voice. “Two thousand dollars just to taste your milk.”
I was practically living in shelters, so it was hard to say no to two thousand dollars. I could get a real apartment and start putting together some things for the baby.
The pastor saw my uncertainty.
“Rebecca, with a baby coming, you’re going need all the money you can get. Let me help give you a start.”
I just couldn’t believe that I was considering doing this. Especially with a preacher of all people. How could this be happening, again? “Okay. But it’s only for nursing. Nothing else.”
He was delighted. “Of course, I give you my word.” He grabbed my arm and ushered me through the front doors of the church. “I have a quiet place where we won’t be disturbed.”
Pastor Manning led me through the church’s halls, guiding me by my elbow, and making sure that none of his staff saw us. But from time to time, he would reach around me and squeeze my boob. Farther along, he took me down a darkened hallway where chairs had been stored along one wall.
“I can’t wait.” He looked back towards where we had just come from. “Lift up your top, I need to taste you.”
“But Pastor, anyone could walk by.” I crossed my arms over my chest.
“They won’t.” He was desperate. “I just need to suckle for a moment.” He grabbed my arms and tried to force them away from my bosom.
I turned away, but he just kept clawing at me, trying to get at my ripened breasts. Finally, I just turned around and pushed him away. His hands were still reaching for my tits, so I gave him a light slap on one of his hands. “I said, no. You’ll just have to wait.”