Massively Taboo 50

by Izzy Slam

  When we finally arrived, I was a little nervous about meeting my future father-in-law, but he put me at ease quickly.

  “Aurora? What a lovely name.”

  “Thank you, Brother Benjamin.”

  Master’s father was just as handsome as he was. He looked like a slightly older version of my future husband, his hair dusted with silver that shone in the sunlight.

  “Are you ready to become a missus? It’s been a while since we’ve had a lady in the family.”

  “I heard that your wife passed. I’m so sorry.”

  He pulled me into a hug as soft but loving laughter bellowed from his chest. “It’s all right. It was twenty years ago, and I stay relatively busy with the church.”

  “Dad, were you able to contact Katie?”

  “Yes,” his father answered. “She’s in the back, and she’s ready for you, my dear.”

  He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and led me inside the church, leaving my owner behind.

  “Katie is a dear family friend, and she’s going to prepare you for the ceremony.”

  He led me to a small room where this Katie woman was waiting for me. She was fussing over my wedding gown—a long, beaded mess of satin and bows.

  I loved it.

  “Katie? Miss Aurora is here.”

  “So lovely to meet you.”

  Pulling me into a hug, Katie was obviously very-touchy feely, just like Brother Benjamin. Not that I minded. She seemed to be about my age and had long, black hair she wore in two braids. Her eyes were deep brown, and her smile was infectious.

  I heard the door close and she motioned to the dress. “What do you think?”

  “I think it’s gorgeous. Did you make it?”

  She smiled and nodded. “I own a dress shop downtown, and I’ve just started sewing my own pieces. This one is on loan, so I can’t let you keep it forever. I hope that’s okay?”

  I knew that my owner didn’t have a lot of money, especially having purchased me so spur-of-the-moment. So expecting lavish gifts wasn’t something that even crossed my mind. I only cared about having a man to love me, provide for me, and to quell this ache between my legs on a permanent basis.

  “It’s fine. It’s an honor just to wear it.”

  Katie seemed pleased, and we spent the next hour preparing for my wedding. She had a small bunch of flowers that she placed as a spray around the twists in my hair. I felt like a dream by the time she was done. And when my new master saw me walk down the aisle to him, I got the distinct impression that he was pleased.

  Our ceremony was short and simple, but the way my husband looked at me with such love in his eyes, it was everything I could have hoped for. He professed his love over and over, and I did the same, feeling deliriously happy.

  Once our vows were exchanged, Master gave me a kiss that seemed to last for an eternity. I actually started to blush. Afterwards, we joined Katie, my father in law, and the half dozen guests for a big meal in the fellowship hall. I was starving and ate like a queen. And the whole thing was over way too fast.

  Master stole me away to a hotel in town, and the proprietor had taken the time to place several vases of flowers around the room.

  “Can you believe that they went to all this trouble, Master?”

  He had taken off his jacket and tossed it on the bed. His stare, both hungry and animalistic, intimidated me. Suddenly, all these urges I’d had over the last few weeks seemed to pale next to my nervousness.

  What if I didn’t please him?

  What if I hated sex?

  These were all ridiculous concerns, I know. But when everything you’ve wished for finally happens, you start to question it all.

  “I can believe they went to all this trouble because I made sure of it.” He slipped his hands behind my back and began popping buttons on the dress.

  “You arranged all this?”

  He nodded before leaning down and burrowing his face in my neck. Soft kisses gave me goose pimples, and when he trailed his tongue along my skin, my nipples puckered underneath my dress.

  “Master,” I groaned, running my hands up his chest as he popped all the buttons on my dress, one by one.

  “I’m going to devour you, my love.”

  I was heady once again as he allowed the dress to fall from my shoulders. My breasts were spilling over the top of my corset, and he dragged the backs of his hands over the mounds, making heat pulse between my legs.

  “Get undressed for me while I watch, darling.”

  Master backed up several feet, sweeping his gaze over my body as I worked the ties along my back. He unbuttoned his shirt, so I had the pleasure of watching him slowly reveal himself to me as I did the same.

  I tossed the corset aside and sat on the edge of the bed, sliding the silky thigh highs down my legs until I was bare except for my knickers.

  “Stay right there,” he murmured, kicking his pants aside.

  Once my husband was unclothed, I took in the sight of him. His muscles were hard and bulging along his chest and legs, especially the one muscle protruding from his crotch. Hard and lifelike as it bounced in mid-air, it was making me have those needs once again.

  He walked to me, stroking his length in slow pumps. My pussy kept clenching over and over, and I knew I needed to cum again soon.

  “Open your legs, my bride.” He brushed some loose hair from my face as I spread my knees wide.

  His feet were next to mine on the wood floor, and his manhood mere inches from my face. I licked my lips, desperate to taste him.

  “From the moment I saw you, I dreamed of you taking me in your mouth. Those pretty little lips will commit the vilest of acts upon her husband’s cock, won’t they?”

  I looked up at him before taking his erection in my hand. “Yes, Master. As you wish.”

  Clear fluid seeped from the tip, and I brushed my tongue past it quickly, sweeping it into my mouth and tasting the salty goodness.

  “You little tease.”

  I smiled before taking the head past my lips and gently sucking. He twitched and grew harder, which motivated me to work harder at pleasing him.

  His fingers tightened in my hair, forcing the twists to fall out and my hair to spill around my shoulders. And then his big hands steadied my head as he began thrusting his hips back and forth. Pre-cum pulsed on my tongue as I swirled it over his length, then coated my tonsils as he pushed in as far as he could. His sack bounced into my chin when he became forceful, and it solicited a gag. I was forced to push him away with a gargled noise.

  When he pulled out enough that I could take a breath, I used my fingers to pump his root, feeling the blood pulse through his manhood like a raging river.

  “I could easily cum in your mouth, but my seed belongs in your belly so the Lord can bless us with a child.”

  I slid my fingers up and down his shaft, my saliva making it sleek and slippery. It bounced several times as he growled.

  “What if I don’t get pregnant?”

  “The Lord will bless us with a child right away. I already know this, my love.” He leaned down and kissed me, probing my mouth with his tongue and making my loins burn with white-hot need.

  “Now, I’m going to do to your womanhood what you just did to me. So get on your hands and knees, grip the iron bars, and await my mouth.”

  Waves of desire washed over me as I moved into position, sticking my rear in the air and gripping the bars of the headboard. Master peeled my knickers over my backside and down my legs. His huge hands groped the curvy flesh of my hips, telling me how beautiful I was.

  “These curves will come in handy when you’re pregnant with my child. And I’ll enjoy holding them when you’re pregnant and I’m fucking you from behind.”

  My preacher husband was certainly keeping his promise to do filthy things to me, not something I would have expected from a man of God. But he had warned me about this. And I loved every bit of it.

  His palms smoothed over my flesh as he lay down on the bed, scooting
his head between my legs to give him a straight view of my dripping, throbbing vagina. “Bring me that sweet flower,” he commanded, cupping my cheeks and pulling me down onto his face in a sitting position.

  With his nose burrowed in my tuft of hair, I felt his tongue slither along my clitoris, and it made me squeal. His hands continued to knead the flesh of my ass, and every few seconds he slapped my bottom good, forcing me to jump in place.

  My nipples prickled as my breasts hung down, and his hot breath wafted over my pussy lips as he devoured my swollen pearl. I found myself panting, rolling my hips and rubbing myself along his mouth until I couldn’t hold back my orgasm.

  “Master, may I cum, please?” I begged, feeling my legs already beginning to quake in preparation for the explosion.

  “I demand that you cum on my face right now,” he growled.

  I tightened my grip on the iron bars and let my body soar over that crest. My clitoris hummed and throbbed as he licked and suckled the tender bump.

  “Oh yes!” I cried out.

  Heat coursed over my flesh throughout the duration of my orgasm, and Master kept taunting me with slight flicks of the tongue until I was breathless.

  The next thing I knew, he was lifting me underneath the arms and lowering me down over his throbbing erection. His head speared my pussy, and I fell forward, my hands pressing against his chest for support. Not that I needed it, though. Master pulled me down and sucked on my tits as he pumped the head of his cock in and out of my tight channel, taking care not to go too deep.

  “Tell me if it hurts. I don’t want to tear it,” he edged out.

  “Okay,” I grunted, feeling another orgasm sweep over me.

  It was odd that only his tip probing me would bring so much pleasure, but I remember Sir Matthew’s doing the same thing.

  My walls contracted as Master tightened his grip on my waist and bounced me up and down over his head. The pressure intensified, but it didn’t hurt. It only felt blissfully delicious as my orgasm hit me in wave after wave.

  “Oh fuuuuuck,” he growled, holding me steady.

  I felt the twitch, the throb, and the gush of fluid as he emptied inside of me.

  “That’s it, Master. Give me your seed, make me pregnant.”

  He roared in response, and another hot burst of fluid splashed along my walls.

  He then flipped me onto my back like I was nothing more than a ragdoll and gripped my tits so hard they hurt as he probed the head into my channel again. His face twisted in anguish as another pulse came out. His cum seeped from my slit, so he gripped the base and rubbed it along my clitoris, making me cum a third time.

  I bit my lip and thrust my hips up, groaning as I watched white fluid spurt out and onto my bundle of nerves.

  “Oh Gooooooood,” he moaned, smearing the thick liquid around before pushing the head in for one last deposit.

  He groaned and twisted my nipples, and I found myself grinding my pelvis in slow thrusts until he went soft and fell on top of me.

  We lay still for several moments, catching our breath, when he sat back up and ran his palms over the tops of my breasts.

  “Was it good, Master?”

  I touched my lower belly, wondering if a miracle could be happening as we both lay here.

  “Perfect, Aurora. Just perfect.”

  And that one word “perfectly” describes the rest of our night. We sat on the balcony and watched the moon move across the sky. Master hummed in my ear as we danced along the floor. And this morning, he woke me up by trailing his mouth up my belly, murmuring prayers for his seed to take root.

  I kept my eyes closed and ran my fingers through his hair, until he straddled me and pointed his manhood to my lips, urging me to take him.

  “I’ve faith that my seed has been planted. Until we get confirmation from Dr. Flannigan, I will deposit myself in your other orifices.”

  Happy to appease my husband, I gripped his erection and stroked several times. I angled my gaze up at him and watched the pleasure wash over his face. His length twitched angrily several times, and it only intensified when I lapped at the base of his head. The ribbons of tissue there were searing hot, and it caused a droplet of clear fluid to drizzle down.

  “Oooooh, sweet bride,” he moaned. “You have skills I am so proud of but should be ashamed of.”

  “It’s easy to please a man when you love him as much as I love you,” I said, cupping his testicles and feeling their weight.

  “Oh, I love you, too. So much…” His eyes fluttered closed and he licked his lips. And it was then that I sank my lips down the length of his hardness, feeling the urges swell between my legs.

  Master treated my mouth with the fury I imagined he would treat my pussy if he could have me right now. And his hot seed was draining down my throat within minutes. But he didn’t pull himself out. He just kept thrusting, and I kept sucking, until he was hard once again.

  When he reached behind him and found my aching snatch, his finger found my clitoris with amazing precision, and he teased my hard bud until I was allowed the same release.

  I groaned deeply against the head of his manhood as it rubbed against my throat, and seconds later, warm earthly liquid dispensed in my mouth.

  “You make me cum so much,” he groaned, teasing my clit with fast and furious flicks of his finger.

  I bucked my hips like a wild bronco, feeling my vagina contract over and over in rapid succession. Part of me wanted him to insert his finger into my depths so I could finally feel the deep penetration my body was craving. But he wouldn’t do that until we were sure I was pregnant.

  We spent the next few days in the hotel, eating and fucking like beasts in the wild. My jaw was beginning to get sore, and that need to be rammed full of my master’s meat was overwhelming.

  “Master,” I told him one afternoon after we finished our tea. “I need you to fuck me.”

  His eyes grew wide, and I noticed the crotch of his pants quickly tented. “I want to fuck you too, my lovely bride. But we must wait until we know you are with child.”

  I took my dress off and let it fall to the floor, showing him my breasts that were heaving. He licked his lips and adjusted himself. “Darling, you know how much I want to.”

  “Do I?”

  I touched my breasts, forcing my nipples to pucker and turn red.

  He walked to me and gripped my hair, tugging it tightly until my scalp burned. His lips were against mine. “If you push me on this, you’ll be sore for days.”

  “Why would I be sore, Master? I just need you inside of me.”

  Noises rumbled up from his chest. “Wait here.”

  He grabbed my breasts and squeezed them for a moment before walking to the dresser and sorting through his clothes. I sat on the bed, my pussy throbbing with need, and I waited for him to come back to me, to quell the storm raging between my legs.

  When he turned to face me, he was holding two belts, and he commanded me on my hands and knees, ordering me to hold onto the iron bars of the headboard. I laid my head on the pillow, excitement pulsing through me.

  “You’re attempting to lead me off the Lord’s path, so I need to remind you of your place, my innocent bride.”

  I stared in awe as he wrapped a belt around my wrist, pulling it tight and securing it to the bed so that I couldn’t escape. He did the same thing to my other arm before disappearing from my sight.

  “I … I know my place, Master, please…”

  He patted my head. “Don’t worry, darling. This will feel just as good to you as it does to me. And it will satisfy your need to be penetrated by your husband’s raging hard cock.”

  I groaned as I heard him rummaging through his things, flipping my head from one side to the other to try and see what he was doing.

  He pulled the table next to the bed from the wall and plugged in a long, black cord, adding to my confusion. “Master, what are you doing?”

  A loud hum filled the room, the vibrations from the hum hitting the be
d, between my parted legs.

  “Wh—what is that?”

  “A personal massager I got from a friend,” he answered, pushing my knees wider apart. “You’ll discover exactly what it does if you drop a few inches on the bed.”

  I’d heard of personal massagers. There was talk of them all over the farm. Rumor had it that one of the virgins there had acquired a manual one illegally, but I have no idea when she used it because they were obviously loud. And since our hotel had wall sockets, this was one luxury I was happy to indulge in.

  Anxious to try it out, I lowered my dripping pussy, feeling the intensity of the machine as it touched my clit. I gasped and lurched in place, quickly dropping back down to feel it once again. The motor made a grinding noise, and when I dropped my head to get a look at it, I could see a large, round bulb spinning in a slow circle.

  I lowered my hips again, this time holding steady when it touched my clit.

  “Ohhhhh,” I moaned. The vibrations from the massager tickled my clitoris and passed up my spine, all the way to my breasts, forcing my nipples to respond by shrinking like dried figs.

  “I knew you would enjoy it,” Master said, sinking onto the bed behind me and gripping my hips. “And it will benefit you as I enter your tight little rear and plunge myself to the depths of your bowels.”

  I squeezed my hands around the iron bars, feeling the leather from the belts press into my wrists as I clenched my eyelids shut. My rear began trembling and shaking as an orgasm began to take root. Every few seconds I’d come off the massager in order to edge away from the orgasm, then go back down to bring it right back. It was making me delirious, being able to control my body and how quickly I came. I was thrust into a world of intense physical pleasure, one that was so powerful, I didn’t object when my master pushed a finger inside my tight rose.

  “Your bottom is so tight and so ready for me.”