Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

I don’t know why he does that. I’m already knocked up, it’s not like he can double knock me up. And, I mean, I like the feeling of his cum on my skin, especially when he draws on me, letting that sticky fluid dry on my flesh in the shape of a heart or whatever.

But I have a desperate need to have cum filling my insides, so it’s still an annoyance.

I breathe heavily as I come down from my own high, my entire body tingling with sensation, feeling so over-sensitive.

He falls back on his haunches, huffing, and I slump down a moment, resting my head to my arms as I pant. I’m a sticky mess again, just after my shower, but that’s how I like being these days, in all honesty.

“I gotta get ready for class,” Malcolm says, and I whimper. I was hoping to coax another fuck out of him before he had to go. “Sorry Tiffany, exams this morning, I gotta be there,” he says, leaning in and giving me a kiss on my pouty lips. “You can hang out if you want though,” he offers.

Yeah right.

“I gotta go see a doc,” I say, though he’s not really a doctor, just a researcher.

“Oh, right yeah. You take care okay?” he says with a smile as he gets dressed, then tugs my top closed over my tits. I dunno how long it’ll stay like that though, my breasts have gotten so big even my new tops no longer contain them. He’s a fuddy duddy about me not walking around topless though.

But I don’t see what the issue is. The few times I got stopped by campus security for indecency, they just took me along for a few fucks and then sent me on my way with a smile.

I humour him, though, and don’t immediately undo his fix, and give him a beaming smile that I know will make him rush to get back to me. He always does.

The second he leaves, though, I get ready for my appointment. Well, more like an arrangement. See, after I got knocked up, it was pretty obvious to the researchers that I’d succumbed to one of the nasty side effects. It was impossible to hide that much from them after a while, and they refused to give me more of the pills.

Well... most of them refused.

In my skirt and high heels — which I’d gotten so good at walking in — I skipped my way on over to the Health Sciences department building. My jaunty little step making my tits bounce and drawing more than a few gazes as one button popped opened and some of my areolas showed.

I got to my destination, the lovely little office connected to a lab of the dashing silver-fox researcher that was hooking me up. Wearing his lab coat he looked up from his work, eyes going wide at the sight of me.

“Tiffany,” he says, and I love the way he looks blown away by my looks every time I stop by. “My god you’ve gotten so big,” he says, licking his lips with anticipation. Whatever way in which he meant I’d gotten big, he didn’t disapprove.

“Yuhhuh,” I say with a nod, my fingers laced behind my back so I could thrust my chest towards him. “I need my prenatal meds.” It’s not precisely true. But I need what he’s giving me, and he told me never to ask for it outright. Even though no one is here, he likes playing coy, like this is all some game.

He comes towards me, pushing the door shut and locking it before letting his hand go right for my ass, lifting my skirt to squeeze a cheek beneath, his other hand going for my chest to grab a tit. He doesn’t waste any time, I like that about him.

“I swear, every time you come here you’re more beautiful,” he remarks, guiding me into his lab towards a desk. “I’ve got your pills,” he says, and I see them there on the lab table before me, waiting and ready. “You ready to earn them?” he asks, wide-eyed with anticipation.

“Always,” I promise him, my fingers going to the buttons at the side of my skirt, undoing it and baring my shaved pussy to him. My belly pokes out above it, overshadowing it a little bit, but I know he likes this. He likes everything about what these pills do to me, and I wonder if there’s any other students who he’s doing this with.

The thought turns me on, but I haven’t seen anyone else like me. I feel like I’d be able to sense it if someone were...

“Holy fuck,” he says, staring in awe at my smooth body, his two hands roaming over me, stroking my curves, my hips, ass, belly, tits, all of it. He’s a hungry man for my flesh, and I do always enjoy our sessions together. He undoes the last of my top’s buttons and leans in, clamping his lips around my nipple and suckling. Hard.

He’s a ravenous pervert, and I feel him grinding his hard dick up against me.

My tits are so sensitive that his feverish sucking almost hurts, but it’s in a really, really good way. Besides, I figure it’s all prep for when I actually have this baby. I can’t wait for that

, because that means that someone else gets to knock me up again.

My fingers go to his grey hair, and I tug him in, craving the pain.

“Mmm, you like that?” I purr, my voice sultry and so filled with desire. “Can you taste me yet?”

He gives a low, lewd moan and I can feel him pull on my tit harder, drawing some faint trickle of milk into his hungry mouth. That’s a special feel all of its own, and I moan like he was tugging at my clit instead. Still so much for me to experience!

Getting down on his knees in front of me, he drinks from my tits, but then I notice something. In the corner is a camera light, and the camera itself moves to train on us. And I realize we’re being watched.

That little thrill makes me shiver with excitement, and I can’t help but curl my finger towards the lens in a come-hither gesture. I want more. More men to savour and enjoy me.

It’s only a few minutes before I hear the sound of a key at the door, and the hungry researcher doesn’t notice it. Not until it’s swinging open and two campus security guys, big and beefy, look in on us. Their uniforms looking hot I gotta admit.