Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

“Tony, please fuck me,” I pleaded, that teasing pulse against my opening enough to drive me absolutely wild. It was too much to bear, I wanted him so bad. Raw. I wanted to feel him cum in me, to fill me to the brim and make me walk away from the party, dripping his seed.

He didn’t care to wait either, as he pushed up into my wet cunny, forcing that big, beefy dick into me, stretching my canal around his shaft until it was strained and taut. Though the moan he gave said he was at least as pleasured as I was, the clench of my pussy overwhelming to him as he began to pump his hips and slowly work my pussy open wider with his motions.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned out, those two strong hands keeping me up as he slowly built up speed, pounding into my depths again and again, each time thrusting deeper towards the fertile depths of my womb.

How wrong it was, but how good it felt, fucking my co-worker. Being fucked by him.

God, how often did I dream about what he’d feel like, and how had he surpassed all of my wildest dreams? My mouth fell open as my legs tightened around his waist, holding him tight as he worked into my body. My shoulders pressed to the door, my head tilted back and I gasped and groaned my wanton pleasure.

His chest pressed against me, and he clutched onto my thigh and ass with one hand, supporting my weight as the other hand rose up, its strong fingers sinking into the flesh of my breast, squeezing and kneading that mound with his rabid hunger. All while the motions of his hips grew strong, his dick thrusting into me faster.

Those heavy, cum-laden balls of his swung up to slap against my ass as he pistoned into me. Again and again, that big cock made me cry out, each time it sank to the absolute depths of my cunt, making me feel fuller than I ever had before.

How bad I wanted him, needed him, and with every thrust and thud against the door, I wanted him more and more. It wasn’t like some people where once you’ve had them, you instantly regret it. And I should regret it! All those eyes, watching as we moved away from the dance floor. Giggling like teenagers as we both went into the bathroom.

It was obscene!

But just thinking about it made me want to cum, and I moaned loudly.

“Tell me what it’s like when you jerk off,” I begged.

“Not a tenth so good as your pussy,” he groaned out immediately, his voice so laced with pleasure as he kept me hoisted up, pounding away so that my poor cunny felt overwrought with the sensations of his dick stabbing up into me.

He was panting, his hard chest glistening with a light sheen from the effort of lifting me up and the passion of rutting into me so hard. It only highlighted how fucking masculine and gorgeous he was without his clothes. And was the perfect addition to the throbbing dick that was hammering up into me, throbbing with such excitement.

“I fantasize about taking you,” he said, breathing heavily, pausing in between, “in the break room. At your desk… in my car after offering you a ride home… anywhere and everywhere. I just wanted to fuck your little pussy and pump you full of my cum,” he growled out.

“How long?” I gasped out, barely able to believe my ears. How long had I just wrote him off as a pipedream? A fantasy? I couldn’t hold back the sounds I made, the ecstasy that was spun from my tongue.

“Since you came to the office,” he said, forcing the words out before a deep, gruff moan rumbled out from his broad chest and filled the room. Anyone walking by would’ve heard us clear as day, but we didn’t care. We just wanted each other, to feel our bodies touch, to grind and thrust, to share confessions.

“God,” I whimpered as I wrapped my arms around h

is neck, tugging him in closer as I brought my mouth to his. I wanted to hear him talk, to fill my world with thoughts of him touching himself, but we were both too drunk on lust and wine to bother. It didn’t matter, anyways. The reality was far sweeter, and I kissed him hungrily.

My mouth worked against his, body grinding together as my cunny squeezed him into me, daring him to unleash his cum against my unprotected womb.

It worked, because that big, handsome man shuddered as my pussy clenched and milked his dick. He slid his hand along my thigh, reaching his thumb in to brush at my clit as he quaked and moaned. That thick cock of his, which stretched me to new limits, swelled even further… and then came its rough final thrusts, as he blew his load, completely and without reservation.

His moans filled the room, crying out as his dick shot thick, creamy strands of virile seed. Filling up my depths, flooding my womb, all as he kept me pinned to the wall before him. His rock hard ass cheeks tensed up as he kept his dick buried deep, not content to stop until he’d given me it all.

“Oh my God!” I cried, so loud that I was sure it could be heard halfway across the city and, at the very least, across the dance floor. But I didn’t care. He rammed up into me, cumming so hard I thought I was going to lose my mind, and I ground against him so excitedly, taking up every bit of cream he offered me.

I was pressed against his hard, shimmering chest, feeling that thick cock of his twitch inside me as he rubbed at my clit and brought me over that precipice into screaming finale. It was the highpoint of my year… to say the least.

We thought few people would notice, but boy were we wrong. Turns out alcohol impairs not only your judgement but your perception too, and several people saw us fondling, groping and scurrying off to the washroom, not to mention the ones who overheard us in there.

Though that didn’t matter a whole lot compared to what came of it. We started to get together more regularly. And by more regularly, I mean just about every day.

One day, as we quietly snuck in a quicky in the office copy room, I had something to tell him. But I was so wrapped up in how he was pounding me from behind, and how important it was to keep quiet about that, I just couldn’t get it out yet.

His thick cock never grew old, not with how it filled me up so much.

We’d been careful since that first time, thanks to a lack of alcohol. He pulled out every time before he came, and I usually offered to drink it down gladly. But it didn’t matter this time, I knew.

“I’m gonna cum,” he hissed out in a whisper to me, his dick swelling inside me, stretching out my cunt. But as he began to pull out, I reached back, took hold of his hand and held him in place.

“No… cum in me,” I beckoned to him, licking over my lips.