Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

She didn’t know it before that day, but she wanted absolutely nothing more than to have that tie to him, to know that they’d created something together, their souls forever linked. And so she lay on that pillow, his cum draining into her eager womb.

And he’d promised to breed her every day of the vacation!

Fertile Bimbo

Book Themes:

Bimbofication and Sex in the Office

Word Count:

4,198

There were always rumours about how Roxy had gotten her position as senior manager of the warehouse facilities. For good reason too. She was still fairly new to the business herself, only working there for two years, and that included the last year, which she had spent in some level of management.

Truth be told, the rumours were well founded. The owner had a thing for her—busty and beautiful as she was, of course he did. Despite her best efforts at remaining professional, she had given in and spent a few nights with the man. It wasn’t even unpleasant. Truthfully, the only thing that kept her from giving in more was her desire to be taken seriously. It’s something that would make her mother proud.

Since her duties in the summer months revolved mainly around instructing the new hires, young men in for summer jobs, she was able to avoid the knowing stares from the older workers. Though, by no means did that mean she got to avoid the leers.

Tending to a group of virile young men fresh out of high school on their summer break meant quite the opposite.

One of them in particular always seemed to catch her eye with a grin. A

handsome young man, tall and broad shouldered, well built. So well built… which was on prominent display as he usually shed his shirt early on each morning. His well-toned physique catching the glint of the sun as he toted the heavy cargo to and from the warehouse.

Somehow, despite all his time bare and exposed, that skin of his remained a nice peachy colour. His short cut hair a brilliant blonde.

He had chest hair, but it matched his head and so was almost invisible upon his skin unless the light glinted off it the right way or she was really close… like now, where she could see the soft trail it made down across his abs towards his groin, that was just barely out of view by his low-hanging jeans.

“Roxy?” he asked, trying to gain her attention as he stood in front of her desk, just a few feet away. Clearly aware of her staring.

Her eyes jumped back to his face, as if her hand was caught in a very delicious cookie jar. “Yes, Chris?” Roxy’s dark skin hid her flush, and she was thankful for it, but it still glistened under the heat of her sheer blouse and tight skirt. She’d forgone her tights for the summer and her inner thighs were sticky from the humidity and she squirmed a little, hoping for relief but finding none.

Chris tugged off his work gloves, the one piece of clothing he wore above the belt. “Wanted to have a little chat with you,” he said, a smile upon his handsome face as he ran a hand through his short, spiky blonde hair. Without another word he helped himself to leaning over her desk, resting one palm upon it as he looked her straight in the eyes. “You and me, tonight after work. We’re gonna go out. Sound good, Roxy?” The youthful cockiness and supreme confidence just oozing from his every word.

So much so that she wanted to leap at the chance, to smile and feel excited, like she would have when she was younger. Instead, her dark eyes met his, and her lips went tight. “Well, Chris, I’m flattered, but I don’t think it would be a good idea.”

He tilted his head and gave her a disappointed look. “Well alright then. How about I shut that door and you bend over this desk right now? Last offer, Roxy,” he said with a smug smile that irritatingly only enhanced his handsome features, those bright blue eyes of his.

Her lips dropped open in shock, but something about the fullness of her mouth, the glint in her eyes, it all made it more seductive than intended, even as she shook her head and that full head of curly hair bounced against her high cheekbones. “That is not appropriate language, Chris.”

With a shrug of those bare, glistening shoulders he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone. “Was it appropriate language last month when I saw you in this office with the owner?” he said, and with a press of the screen he started a video playing that was all too familiar.

In it she could see herself on her knees, sucking on the owner’s cock as the moaning man knotted his fingers in her curls and spoke so filthily. “That’s it, baby, suck daddy’s cock. Suck it good,” he said in that deep voice she was so familiar with.

“Seems to me you don’t mind that kinda language, Roxy,” Chris remarked to her, the office door wide open, and even though it lay high above the floor of the warehouse, secluded from everything else, she felt particularly vulnerable there to being overheard.

She stood up from her desk, snatching for the phone only for him to yank it away. “Give me that!”

Smiling still, he tucked the phone into his back pocket again. “Don’t worry, I got it saved at home too,” he explained, rolling his shoulders and seeming to relax himself more as he sat upon the corner of her desk. “Now, are you gonna bend over this desk as I shut the door and blinds, or am I gonna have to let that video slip? What’s it gonna be, Roxy? I mean… I tried to play this nice, offered to take you out for a date.” He gave her a look-over, those bright blue eyes of his so obviously eating up her curvaceous form.

Her dark eyes were wide as she stared at him with disbelief. “Listen, you don’t understand,” she pleaded, walking around his desk and towards him, her knees shaking so hard that she was having trouble walking in her high heels that were probably two inches too tall for a workplace. “It’s not what it looks like.”

Chris never stopped looking her over, appreciating the way her calves were shaped as she walked over to him, or how her short skirt clung to her shapely rear. “Well, it’s not so much what I would think, right? I mean, I saw it, and I still wanted to date you, right, Roxy?” he said with such a sweet-looking smile, those peached lips stretched wide. “But what about the folks in the office? Or hey, the owner’s wife! I mean… once she finds out he’ll have no choice but to let you go…”

“You wouldn’t!” It felt like all of the air had been sucked from her lungs, and her hand fluttered to the open collar of her translucent, white blouse. She fidgeted, looking to the open door and quickly moving to close it.

“Listen, Chris,” she started in, but what could she say? She needed this job. She’d gotten too accustomed to living off a manager’s salary, and she liked working here. It was good, honest work that managed to pay for a few designer pieces along with her small but gorgeous apartment.