Pastor-ized: Pregnant and Alone

by Sasha Bleu

  I had stunned him to be sure, but the reaction I got was not what I’d expected.

  “Okay, Mommy. I’ll wait, if that’s what you want. I’ll be a good boy.” He embraced me tightly and buried his face in my cleavage. He was breathing heavily, and his cock was erect and pressed into my baby bump. Having him so close to me, especially with his hard cock against me, made my pussy clench, and caused more milk to leak into my bra. “Let’s get going then.” His sense of urgency had grown with the size of the bulge in his pants.

  He was interested in getting into a room at the end of the corridor. I stood behind him as he unlocked the door. “After you.” He pointed towards the opening. As I moved in front of him, I felt the bulge in his pants brush against my ass. For some crazy reason, I leaned into him and once again felt his aroused manhood pressing against me. I looked up at him and saw the pastor’s knowing smile. The preacher placed his hand on my hip to ‘help’ me get past him, but he clutched me closer to him in the process.

  Once my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I realized that we were in some kind of control room. At the front of the room was a large window that looked out over an auditorium. I recognized it right away. It was the church. “Are you serious? You want to suck my tits here?”

  “Relax, no one's going to be around for hours. It’s quite safe.” His voice was assuring, and it still held a hint of desperation.

  “Okay.” Might as well get it over with. I turned towards him, expecting him to undo the buttons on the top of my dress. But he stepped backwards.

  “Show yourself to me.” His voice was hoarse and weak with lust.

  I unbuttoned my top. “Slowly.” He managed. His hand was at the front of his robe. I undid all of the buttons and took off the belt, allowing the dress to fall to the ground. I stood before him in my white underwear, my breasts overflowing my cups. I reached around my back and undid the clasp of the bra, and then just let it loosely hang from my shoulders.

  The pastor was licking his lips. He wasn’t able to resist any longer. He reached for my bra and pulled it away from my breasts. They gently swung as he freed them. “You are gorgeous, my dear.” Pastor Manning’s eyes were completely glued on my large, pendulous tits. His hands immediately went to them. Frantically squeezing them and he buried his face in them. All of the attention brought droplets of liquid to my thick, brown nipples. His hands wandered over my nubs and smeared the milk over my boobs. “Yes, you are just what I wanted.”

  I tried to remain detached from it all. But ever since I got pregnant, it was very easy to arouse me. Soon I felt the crotch of my panties warming up with my hot pussy juices. I squeezed my legs together to try to somehow control the flow, but I only managed to stimulate myself more. I moaned unconsciously.

  “You see, my dear, this can be enjoyable for both of us.” His tongue flicked at the droplets of milk on the tip of my nipple. “Mmmmm.” He blew hot breath on it, and my eyes fluttered in response.

  I could tell that the preacher had done this before. He was such an expert at handling my tits. After massaging my creamy mounds, his focus turned to the tips of my breasts. He took both of my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He pressed his thumbs and fingers together and milked me. Sprays of my warm, sweet liquid squirted everywhere to his delight. He closed his eyes and showered his face with my milk, sticking his tongue out to blindly capture as much of it as possible.

  Then he put his mouth just in front of my nipple and sucked my cream directly down his throat. I could hear him greedily gulp it down. Every now and then he gagged as my milk overflowed his mouth. When the flow from that breast slowed, he switched to the other breast and fed the same way. Then he reached behind me and grabbed my ass and latched onto my tit and nursed. He massaged my ass and moaned into my tit.

  Suddenly the pastor shuddered and crumpled to the floor. I looked down at him. Droplets of my milk were at the corners of his mouth. The top of his robe was soaked with my motherly fluid. And midway down the garment, a wet spot had formed. Reverend Manning had cum while slurping down my milk.

  “So I guess we’re done here.” I coolly began to collect my clothes.

  “Wait, we still have more time.” He held up his hand to signal me to stay where I was.

  “But...”

  “You are such an exceptional beauty, and I’ve never tasted milk as sweet as yours. Please just stay a bit longer.”

  “The deal was for me to feed you. And you’ve been fed. Plus, you’ve already cum.” I pointed to the stain on his robe. “I really don’t see what more I can do for you.”

  “I can go again, just stay a bit longer.” He must have interpreted my desire to leave as a pressure tactic to get him to pay me some more money. “Five hundred for me to cum again.”

  “Five hundred?” I could sure use the extra money, despite my shame. “And all I have to do is stand here?”

  “Yes.” He was already pulling at his cock underneath his robes.

  I leaned against a desk and tried to get comfortable. I looked away from the pastor and his attempts to get himself off a second time. But I could still hear him grunting as he jerked off. I absentmindedly ran my fingers up and down my chest between my tits. “Yes that’s it.” He urged me. I really didn’t want to add to his depravity so I rested my hands on my baby bump and continued to look away from him. I dropped one of my hands and cupped my crotch. I was surprised to discover how wet I was. I rubbed at the flimsy cotton that covered my pussy.

  FIVE HUNDRED MORE PLUS THE TIP

  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 face. 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 fuckin
g 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.

  I was sure that I was a filthy sight. My breast milk flowed out of the corners of my mouth and onto my body. My pussy juices ran down the insides of my thighs. And the smell of my sex filled the small room. I looked at the pastor’s dick. The tip of it glistened with his precum.

  A trembling in my abdomen warned me that I was going to orgasm, and I tried to force it back. I did not want to cum in front of the pastor no matter how much I needed it. I bit my nipple hard hoping that the pain would stop the orgasmic wave that was forming in my cunt. But my body betrayed me. The bite was a delicious pain and it went straight to my core. I bent over and shuddered and shook as I came. I pulled my mouth away from my tit and milk sprayed everywhere. I clenched my eyes shut as I screamed out my orgasm. “Yes, yes, yes. Oh fuck yes.”

  When I opened my eyes, Pastor Manning was staring at me in amazement. “I will pay you five hundred more if you let me fuck you.”

  Five hundred more. Shit, at that point I would have paid him to fuck me. But there was something in my head that told me that I couldn’t do it. I shook my head in shame for even entertaining the thought of letting this stranger have me -- for money. “I can’t.”

  “Come on. Please. Just the tip. Let me just put the tip inside you.” His words were soaked with desperate lust. Just like my cunt.

  Just the tip. Well maybe that will be enough to scratch my own itch as well, I thought. I walked past him and sat on the couch. I slipped the crotch of my panties away from my hot entrance and spread my legs. I looked up at him. “Five hundred more, and only the tip.”

  He nodded eagerly and stood in front of me. The pastor put the head of his cock at the edge of my pussy. I squirmed involuntarily in anticipation. My hips gently thrust up and down, stroking my pussy against his hard rod. I am a whore.

  Pastor Manning leaned toward me and the tip of his cock briefly breached me, leaving me wanting more as he pulled out. Then he entered me again, a little deeper this time. “Suck your tit and drink your milk with my manhood inside you.”

  I grabbed my breast with both hands and sucked the milk from my tit as I watched the head of his cock go in and out of me. Milk poured from my mouth and pooled between my breasts and on my pregnant belly. I was breathing heavily and my heavy tits heaved with each breath. I wanted to be fucked. “A thousand more and I’ll let you fuck me.” I blurted it out impulsively. Hearing the words was surreal. I couldn’t believe that I had uttered them.

  Pastor Manning’s response was immediate and decisive. He plunged the full length of his long cock into me. “Oh yes. Oh yes. You are so tight Rebecca. And your womanhood is so hot and welcoming.”

  The pastor had filled me with his dick and paused for a moment -- a moment that I’m sure we both took pleasure in. Then he pulled out and plunged into me again. This time he leaned forward and grabbed my other breast with both hands and held my nipple to his mouth. He latched onto the tip of my tit, and hungrily sucked at my breast as he fucked me.

  I was delirious. I was feeding at one of my tits. The pastor fed at my other tit. At the same time he plunged his length in and out of me. I was certain that my head would explode from the pleasure.

  “Oh yeah, just like that. So deep. So hard.” And I thrust forward against his hard dick. Up until then, he had slowly and rhythmically pumped his tool into me. Then the pastor ramped it up until his cock was jackhammering in and out of my hot tunnel. The odor of our fucking filled the room and the sound of our flesh slapping together echoed off of the walls.

  Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. As the pastor fucked me hard and deep, I pounded my pussy against his groin, rubbing my clit against him with every thrust. My ass was violently bouncing up and down on the couch. My orgasm shot through me, connecting my milky nipples to my brain and my cunt. Carnal earthquakes shook my body and wave after wave of pleasure crashed down on me like a tsunami.

  My orgasm was as loud as it was powerful. “Oh god yes, oh god yes, oh god yes...” I came hard and had no strength left.

  I was drained and I just lay there as Pastor Manning continued to pummel my debauched pussy with his hard dick. His mouth had stayed at my breast the entire time, milking me dry. All of a sudden, the pastor’s movements became jerky. His mouth spilled out more milk than it took in. His cock pounded in and out of me, but more often than not he missed my entrance and had to adjust to get back inside me. It was as if he were trying to decide whether he wanted to continue milking me, or shoot his load into me.

  I made the decision easy for him. “Fill me, Daddy. Fill me up with your seed. Come on Daddy, cum inside me.” With that, his mouth released my nipple and he stood upright and grabbed my hips. He pounded his cock harder into me. The muscles in his neck strained and I felt his shaft throb as jets of his seed shot into my pussy.

  “God help me, god help me,” he roared as he emptied himself into me. He collapsed on top of me. I thought he was done, but he kept his softening dick inside of me and started to suckle at my breast again. In a few moments, he fell asleep with my milk leaking from the corner of his mouth.

  When he had finished with me, I rolled him off of my chest and leaned forward to look down at my ravaged body. I was splattered with my breast milk. Some of it pooled between my tits. The pastor’s semen leaked from my debauched cunt. The insides of my thighs were caked with a combination of my pussy juices and Pastor Manning’s dried cum. My body smelled of sex and the good pastor’s sweat. And later when I looked into a bathroom mirror, my make-up and hair certainly left no doubt that I had been thoroughly fucked.

  MOO-VING ON

  I continued to meet with Reverend Manning and indulge in our mutually rewarding fuck sessions -- though we did have to find another room. Apparently the stench of sex and milk got quite bad after a few days.

  Kim Yun also sent me out to service other members of our city’s diverse faith community. And I mean from every possible church, temple, or synagogue you can think of. I’d developed quite the niche following amongst men and women of the cloth who had a taste for what I had to offer.

  I recently got some bad news and some good news.

  Poor Reverend Manning was charged with misappropriation of his church’s funds. It turned out that he had created a breakfast program for impoverished youth. But an audit of the program found that he had spent unusually high large amounts of money in one area. Yep, you guessed it -- the milk fund. So that very lucrative source of revenue has dried up for me, so to speak.

  But the good news is that a wealthy religious sect is setting up a large facility in town. Apparently their followers revere cows. I wonder how they would treat a hucow?

  BOOKS BY SASHA BLEU

  MILK MONEY - The Crème de la Crème Agency, Book One

  EARNING MY CREAM - The Crème de la Crème Agency, Book Two

  PASTOR-IZED - The Crème de la Crème Agency, Book Three

  MY FORBIDDEN CREAM - The Crème de la Crème Agency, Book Three

  SECRETARY HUCOW – SUCKING AT THE TEAT OF GOVERNMENT

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