Massively Taboo 50

by Izzy Slam

  I watched him as he disappeared from the room, taking in the shape of his muscular ass, his quads, and shapely calf muscles. God, he was gorgeous.

  And I was going to have his baby.

  ***

  Three months later

  I ran my hands over my swollen belly as I relaxed in bed. Outside my window, one of Zolden’s suns shone brightly through the trees in our back yard. I was three months pregnant with an alien baby, and I considered myself lucky that humans carried alien hybrids for only four months, but it was also weird to think that I would be holding my first child in just a matter of weeks. Thank goodness my mother had moved here with us. She had her own home and had started dating a different Zoldenian, but she was excited to help out once I gave birth.

  I was tired a lot of the time, which daddy said was normal. Growing an alien required different nutrients than humans, and as a result, he brought me various foods all the time. He also took really good care of me, offering massages when he could and sending his assistants to do it when he couldn’t. He was the best daddy ever.

  My sex drive was also astronomical. I required at least four orgasms per day. And believe me, if I didn’t get them from sex or masturbating, they would happen spontaneously. And there is nothing more embarrassing than being at the store when an orgasm strikes. Your nipples go hard, you juice all over your underwear, and you tremble out of control. Also, everyone knows what’s happening and you just have to suffer blissfully through it. I seriously cannot believe how different orgasms are when you’re preggo.

  Also, when you get horny, you give off pheromones to the father. The moment arousal struck, I could bet on daddy appearing within minutes to take care of both our needs.

  In fact, since it’s been several hours since daddy fucked me, I was already starting to get “juiced” up again after eating my second lunch. I pulled my panties aside and began slowly working my fingers through my slit, teasing my clit with a light touch here and there. Sure enough, before I could count to ten, daddy walked into our bedroom, hands at his pants and already getting undressed.

  “Fuck, baby. It has only been two hours. You know my cock cannot resist the sweet smell of your arousal.”

  I opened my legs for him as he slipped out of his clothes. “Sorry, daddy. But I can’t help it, either. When you planted your seed, you created a monster, so to speak.”

  I smirked at him as he stood before me with a raging erection.

  “You have created a monster, too. A monster of an erection.” He straddled me, his cock dangling as pre-cum dripped from the slit.

  “You know how much I love that cock of yours. You have me addicted!”

  “Mmm,” he groaned, tugging my panties down my legs. “The sight of your swollen belly makes me want to drop my load before I’m even inside you.”

  Once my underwear was tossed aside, he leaned down and began planting kisses along my tummy while pushing the tank top over my breasts so he could cup them softly. They had quadrupled in size, giving him quite the eyeful. He rolled my sensitive nipples around with his thumb and forefinger, forcing me to hiss and buck my hips.

  “Oh, yes, daddy…”

  My labia swelled as he moved up and licked my hardened buds, one by one, dragging his tongue over the dark surface. He used his triple forked tongue to wrap around the bumpy flesh, sending blissful tingles from my breasts all the way to my aching pussy.

  “Feel like going for a ride, baby girl?” he growled.

  “I always feel like going for a ride,” I answered.

  He laid down next to me, his rigid cock pointing to the ceiling. I couldn’t resist leaning down and wrapping my lips around his crown for just a quickie taste. He moaned and ran his hand along my ass as it stuck up in the air.

  “Dear gods, Let me cum in that mouth, baby.”

  I gripped his base and sucked hard, feeling his veins pulse against the roof of my mouth as he shot what would probably be the first of five or six loads. I gulped it down as he shoved several fingers in my pussy and brought me to orgasm, too. It was so easy for both of us to have multiples. And so much fun.

  I huffed as I sucked his cock until the last drop spurted out, feeling my walls contract around his fingers. Then, I was ready to ride his face.

  I threw my legs over his chest as he licked his lips. Daddy loved licking my pussy, let me tell you. I was his favorite dish. And as I wiggled all the way up to his mouth and lowered my dripping pussy, he growled as he cupped my ass.

  “Fuck yes, little pregnant one, bring me that delicious pussy of yours.”

  His triple tongue immediately began to do its thing as he let his big hands wander to my belly. He loved holding his hands there when I came. I don’t know why, but he said feeling it turned him on.

  I began bucking my hips as his oral muscle slithered inside both front and back entrances, the intensity so strong I was forced to throw my hands on the wall in front of me. He worked one of the extensions over my clit, bringing me to a squealing orgasm almost right away. I bounced up and down on his face, the pressure of his tongue fucking making me thrash and rock my hips like a porn star.

  “Oh yes, daddy. Right there. Don’t stop!”

  He growled and gripped my waist before picking me up then slamming me down on his face. God, it was like the best oral fuck of my life. Being penetrated in both holes while having my clitoris licked was the best pleasure I’d ever experienced. My belly and tits bounced wildly as he repeatedly dropped me over his forked tongue. I came several more times as fluid gushed out of me like an unstoppable river.

  He then lifted me up and set me down over his shaft, burying himself balls deep while pulling me down into an embrace. My huge belly bump prevented me from going all the way down, so daddy just gripped my breasts and drilled his cock in and out of me until he came. I could feel his cock enlarging and vibrating before his cum splashed my walls as he roared. But then he just started pounding me again, this time until I had an orgasm. Of course, it was so strong that it ended up forcing out his cum with each contraction of my walls. But since his seed had already taken root, it didn’t matter.

  “I think it’s time for me to fuck that tight little rear end of yours,” he gritted out while fisting my hair.

  “What? Are … are you sure?”

  His tongue in there was one thing. But as big as his erection got before orgasming, I was afraid he’d split my bottom in two.

  Without bothering to answer, he got behind me and pressed his hands into my fleshy hips. “Your ass is practically begging to be fucked, baby girl.”

  My pregnant tummy and milk-filled breasts brushed along the covers of our bed as his cock pushed into my opening. He used a finger to diddle my clitoris, and when that wave swept over me, I could feel my ring relax as he went all the way in.

  The pressure and fullness were immense, but it also forced an orgasm to well up from deep within my womb. I began thrashing back against him, desperate to cum over and over.

  “That’s it, baby. Push that ass over daddy’s cock.”

  I groaned and fisted the sheets as my ass pulsed. He drilled me with force and speed, cumming in my tight little rose multiple times. And with each orgasm, his cock would stretch my opening until it burned. But it didn’t hurt. It only brought me more pleasure that fed into each orgasm I had.

  His balls slapped into my labia repeatedly as he pummeled me. And just when I thought I didn’t have the strength to keep my ass upright, he finally withdrew from me and pulled me down into a spoon.

  Our bodies were covered in sweat, but we were also both laughing softly. “I don’t believe I’ll ever tire of fucking you, little one.”

  “Will you keep me pregnant like this, daddy? I don’t think I’ll ever tire of that.”

  He kissed me on the shoulder and groped my breasts. “Yes, baby. I’ll keep you pregnant for the rest of your days.”

  As long as I had my alien daddy, I would be happy with that arrangement.

  ~The End

&n
bsp; My Mom’s New Boyfriend is a Billionaire!

  ***

  When my mom calls and asks me to deliver some important documents to her boyfriend’s place of work, I never expect the GPS to take me to Stone Industries—a multi billionaire dollar corporation.

  And I sure as hell don’t expect her boyfriend to bear the surname “Stone.” Yet he does. And the second he gets one look at me and all my curves, he confesses his deepest, dirtiest kink and offers me a proposal I simply cannot refuse.

  “Honey, I hate to ask you this, but can you look in the glovebox and see if there are any important documents in there?”

  I had just called my mom to see if she wanted me to pick up dinner on the way home from campus. I had to borrow her car because mine was in the shop.

  “Important documents. Can you be more specific?”

  I rooted around in the glovebox but it was filled with car manuals and other crap.

  “I think it’s a manila envelope, about a half an inch thick.”

  Right as she said it, I spotted the beige folder. Across the front it read Personal and Confidential.

  “Got it. I’ll bring it straight home.”

  She sighed on the other end. “Thank goodness. Honey, I need you to take that envelope downtown where William works. Can you do that for me?”

  William was her new boyfriend. I hadn’t met him yet because they had only been out on a few dates. According to her, they weren’t all that serious and she didn’t plan for it to get that way.

  “Sure. I can do that. Where does he work?”

  “Let’s see, I have the address here somewhere, give me a sec.”

  I waited a few minutes for her to find the address, plugging the numbers into her GPS to make life easier. She then tells me she’s cooking a stew for dinner and for me to take my time because traffic downtown can be a nightmare.

  Okie dokie. So, I now have the pleasure of fighting downtown traffic, in rush hour no less, just to deliver some papers this obviously forgetful guy left in my mom’s car. Guess I shouldn’t complain, especially if I was going to get some stew out of it. Mom was the best cook ever, plus, she did take good care of me, letting me borrow her car and paying for my school. I was only attending part time at a local community college because we couldn’t afford full-time university tuition. But still, I would have my paralegal degree in just a three to four years. Running an errand was the least I could do for her.

  It didn’t take as long to get downtown as I had expected, but as I approached my target destination, I quickly realized where I was headed. And as the parking deck entrance came into view, I was full on impressed.

  Apparently, William works at Stone Industries—a multi-billion-dollar pharmaceutical firm that practically owns this town. It’s a known fact that even the lowest paid staff members here make a mint. Hell, one of my high school classmates has an uncle who works as a custodian, and she claims he makes almost 70K. If William has a desk job, he’s got to be rolling in at least a quarter mil.

  I parked the car and grabbed the envelope, making my way to the entrance. The doors swooshed open, and a large bronze plaque on the wall displayed a company directory, but it must have been limited because I only saw about a dozen names and titles. I quickly scanned it to see if I could find William’s name, and sure enough, he was right there in the second row.

  And fuck me up the ass sideways if he wasn’t William Stone, CEO and President. My mouth dropped open on the spot, and I heard a woman speak to me from across the room.

  “Miss? Can I help you find someone?”

  I glanced at her, and she was peering over her desk. I told myself that there could be lots of Williams working here. It was a rather common name. I shouldn’t assume that Mom’s boyfriend is the one and only CEO.

  Why didn’t she give me his last name?

  I walked to the desk and set the envelope down. “Yes. I have some papers to drop off for William? I don’t have his last name, though. Maybe you can help me track him down?”

  She nodded and lifted the manila envelope, giving it a cursory glance. “Yes, ma’am. Mr. Stone is actually expecting you. You can go on up to his office. Take the elevators there to the second floor, and his suite is across the hall, number 201.”

  He was expecting me? Mom must have called him to let him know. I thanked the receptionist and made my way up to the second floor. Everything about this place was sleek. Marble floors, marble walls, and even the elevator looked like it had marble interior.

  As soon as the doors opened, I had a direct view of his office interior. The numbers “201” hung on the wall above the entrance. His desk was facing me but it appeared to be empty. I was so nervous as I walked inside, tapping the large wooden door with my knuckle.

  “Hello? Mr. Stone?”

  Within seconds, he came through another door located on the far wall. After pressing down his tie, he offered me a warm smile, right after brushing his gaze up and down the length of my body. It wasn’t unusual for guys to eyeball me like this. With a somewhat small chest, I was also a bit curvy in the hips. And it always garnered a bit of attention from the male species.

  But Jesus, I couldn’t help but do the same to him. William Stone looked like he was in his early to mid-forties. With a clean shaven face, deep set eyes, and strong jawline, he looked as though he’d just stepped off the cover of a GQ magazine. Combined with his net worth, I felt faint in his presence.

  “You must be Carol’s daughter.”

  I gripped the envelope tighter, feeling my palms sweat. “Yes, sir. I’m Valerie. I think you’re expecting these?”

  He extended a hand to one of the leather wingback chairs. “You’re an angel for bringing them. I don’t know what I was thinking leaving them behind the other night.”

  I sat in the chair and slid the papers onto his desk as he sat down. “It’s the full moon. Has everyone acting crazy,” I laughed.

  He smirked and let his gaze drift to my chest. I realized I was wearing one of my favorite blouses, but the top button had a tendency to pop loose. And I couldn’t look down, but I’d bet that’s what happened.

  “Well, at least it gives us a chance to get to know one another a bit. Your mother says you’re attending Bell Community College?”

  “That’s right.”

  “Paralegal program?” he asked, pointing an unsure finger my way.

  “Good memory. Yes.”

  “Let me know when you’re done. I know all the lawyers in town, and I can get you a good job. If you need my help, which … I realize now you may not.”

  Okay, there was definitely a message in there somewhere. I could only gather that he was referring to me being attractive and not having a hard time finding a man to hire me.

  With all the sexism running rampant in the news these days, it would be easy to get offended. But, I don’t know. William Stone seemed like a respectable man, and he didn’t give me the creepy vibe at all. I think he was just being sincere. And maybe a little flirtatious. Granted, I had no doubt he’d fuck me if given the chance. But in all honesty, I’d fuck him too. I mean, let’s face it. If we can’t enjoy flirting and fucking, then what is the point of all this nonsense?

  “I’d love to have some help with finding a job. Competition is fierce these days, and everyone needs to be on their toes. Of course, it’ll probably be three or four years before I graduate. Not sure if we’ll still know each other then.” I shrugged.

  He swiped his tongue along his upper lip. “Three or four years? Why so long, sweetheart?”

  My stomach did roller coaster flops. Why the fuck was I a sucker for cute nicknames from hot men?

  “Unfortunately, I can’t afford to go fulltime right now. I’m just taking two classes per semester while I work.”

  He lifted a pen and spun it in his finger a few times. “If you could afford to quit your job and go fulltime, would you?”

  “Well, of course. But it’s a moot point.”

  “What if it’s not?” he asked, slidi
ng the pen above his ear and clasping his hands on the desk.

  I got the distinct impression this meeting had taken a sudden turn. Not bad, necessarily. Maybe he was about to offer me an internship or something. Or a position as after-hours cleaning personnel. It sure would pay enough for me to go to school fulltime and then some.

  “I can’t think of any other option, unless I win the lottery, so….”

  He kept his gaze on me for an uncomfortable length of time just then. I squirmed in the leather seat, sweat pouring from my hands. I had no idea what he was about to say, and I sure didn’t expect what he did say.

  “I can think of a perfectly simple option, darling.”

  “I’d love to hear it.”

  He got up and walked to the other side of his desk, sitting on the edge right in front of me and crossing his legs. And yeah, I noticed the bulge at his crotch, and it was obvious he was well endowed.

  “How old are you, Valerie?”

  “Eighteen.”

  “All right. Well, it’s a little unorthodox, so it will require an open mind.”

  “I’m nothing if not open minded.”

  I really couldn’t guess where he was going with this. But if it involved spending any length of time with him, concentrating would be difficult. I was already feeling the heat between my legs, thinking about how damn lucky my mom was to be dating this guy.

  “One night with you.”

  “Hm? Come again?”

  There was no way he said what I think he said.

  “I said, I want one night with you.”

  “For what?” I asked.

  He couldn’t mean… not for that.

  William’s mouth curled into a smirk. “Damnit, you’re adorable. For what? Well, Valerie. Let me tell you what.”

  After pulling his cell phone from his pocket, he swiped the screen a few times then passed it to me. “I have somewhat of a fetish, and you’re perfect for playing the part.”

  On the screen was a picture of a woman—very obviously a woman based on the curves galore—wearing a short pleated skirt, tight but revealing blouse bursting at the seams, and two long ponytails sprouting from her head.