Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

The reply took a moment, but then there it was.

“Damn that’s a tough call. Tits gotta win though,” he replied, and I’d never heard him be so crass in all my life. It was working! He was falling for me! I mean, Ms. Plume!

I quickly jumped out of the lounge chair and ran into my room. I had to have a blouse somewhere. I’d just change into something an admissions officer might wear, then flash him a nice tease. Just the thought was getting me horny as hell, and I knew my fingers were going to be sore by the time I finally rubbed this one out.

Finally, I found a white little blouse and I grabbed a white, lacy bra. Still in my micro-thong, I stripped out of my bikini top and saw my stiff little nipples. The skin under the bikini was so much lighter than the skin around it, and I loved how it looked. Like it was a secret, something no one else saw. My soft, full tits that had never seen the sun.

I tweaked my nipples, exhaling sharply at the spike in pain, before I pulled on the bra and blouse. I angled the phone just right and put my finger at the top of the button, pulling the v-neck blouse down a bit so he could get a good look of my tanned cleavage.

I hope he beats himself to this later. Maybe I’ll hide in his closet tonight just to watch. It has those convenient little slats so I could see -- and hear -- everything!

“You wanna cum on these tits?” I ask just below the scandalous photo.

There was a delay after that, and I grew anxious. Did I go too far? Was that way too lewd? So far he’d been playing it so cool, did I just overdo it?

But then it came back.

“Fuck yeah,” he said simply at first. “I’d love to squeeze my dick between that gorgeous pair,” he added next before I could reply, and it stole my breath a little, made me pause. He just called my tits ‘gorgeous’.

“I wanna know if those really are the best looking tits I’ve ever seen. Send me some more and I’ll send you back a good treat in return, darling,” he added, attaching another shot. This one lower down, focussed on his groin. His thumb hooked into the waistband of his boxer shorts, tugging

them down a bit so I could see it: a hint of the very trunk of his thick cock.

I felt like I was going to start hyperventilating at that tease. Oh my GOD. I’m just like... this close to seeing his fucking cock.

Immediately, I start snapping photos from different angles, quickly going through and choosing my faves before sending him off three. I couldn’t even think of anything to say. I just wanted him to send me his cock before I burst.

“No no,” came back his reply quickly. “You gotta lose that top, darlin’. I wanna see those whole, beautiful breasts of yours. Nothing hidden, you hear me?” he replied, and I read the text and heard it in his voice in my head. His words so deep and firm. He was talking to her just like he talks to me when I’ve not done my chores properly.

God that was hot.

And honestly, I kind of like being bossed around, and before I even know it, my blouse and bra are tossed on the bed behind me. All I’m wearing is my bikini bottoms, and they barely cover my pussy at all. I bring my finger and thumb to one of my nipples, pinching it as I hit the camera shutter. Then I bring my forearm beneath my breasts, pushing them up and sending him another shot.

It isn’t until after I hit send that I realized I could see my bottom lip with its cherry lip-gloss in it. Oops! Hopefully he doesn’t recognize that!

There was another delay that made me itch in my boots, but then his response came. It was a shot taken in the gym change room, or a bathroom stall, it was hard to say. But there it was… the biggest cock I’d ever seen in my life, so thick and long, bulging with veins, and gripped in my daddy’s hand.

“Fuck you are the sexiest thing alive,” he replied. “Even if I didn’t owe you a shot, I just had to whip this out and tug it a bit,” he said. “And those lips… goddamn, I just want to kiss them. Then stuff them full of this shaft.”

His words alone nearly made me cum. But seeing his shaft at the same time... holy fuck.

I had to get it together, though. Now was the time, I knew, to get some info. To see if he really wanted me gone.

“Well maybe when you send your brat of a daughter off to our college, you and I could have an afternoon delight...” I sent back, holding my breath. This was a dangerous game, and I didn’t even know what response I wanted…

The delay this time was the longest yet. Was he thinking about it? Agonizing over whether he wanted to ditch me for Ms. Plume? But when the reply came back, it was clear to see he wasn’t wasting time waffling.

“Don’t talk about my girl that way. Ever. I was just getting into this with you, and you’re clearly hot as fuck. But I won’t put up with anyone talking about my angel that way. So say you’re sorry, and send me a nice ass pic too while you’re at it, or else I’m done with this and you,” came the lengthy, stern response.

I know it sounds cheesy, like something that happens in dumb romcoms, but I actually swooned. My back hit my bed, and I stared up at the ceiling with hearts in my eyes.

He really loves me!

Maybe it was dumb to even doubt that and test him, but now I know.

I rolled over onto my front, pushing my ass up in the air before snapping a picture over my shoulder. My thong disappeared between my thick cheeks, and even looking at it made me hot. I hit send, and followed it up a second later with, “Sorry for being bad. Maybe you should spank me ‘til I behave.”

The response came back after another nerve-wrecking delay.