Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

My breathing hitched in my throat and my heart raced. I couldn’t help it. I began to wriggle in his lap, pulling back just a bit so that the undersides of my bare breasts brushed against his cock through his shorts.

His texts were burned in my eyes. That he wanted to fuck my tits. That he wanted to fuck my mouth. That he wanted to fuck me. There was no Ms. Plume. There was just me.

“I just wanted to see!” I managed between cracks of his hand against my stinging ass. It was something I’d asked for. Begged for as Ms. Plume. For him to spank my ass. And now he was doing it.

Did that mean he’d do the rest, too?

Whatever it meant, his dick was rock solid beneath me, jabbing into my taut little tummy as he smacked my ass. As Ms. Plume I had him so hot and bothered, but even as myself, his dick was mine to arouse it seemed.

He had my round cheeks stinging as he hit me, making that bubbly ass ripple and quake.

“Wanted to see?! Why would you wanna see my dick?!” he demanded, lifting my head up and looking straight into my big blue eyes with his intense gaze.

My mouth hung open in shock. I didn’t have an answer to that! How could I? And I’d meant that I wanted to see if he still loved me, but I guess he could be forgiven for not understanding.

Especially since it wasn’t wrong.

I had wanted to see his dick. I’d wanted it for so long. Even now, I wanted it. I wanted to give him my virginity. For him to fuck me and use me as he saw fit, as long as he didn’t try to get rid of me.

“You’ll get to see it alright,” he growled at me as he pulled me off his lap, my ass still stinging as he used my hair like reins to guide me. He pulled me to the floor and stood up, towering over

me, and I got to watch the most spectacular thing.

Right there, in real life, he peeled off his workout shirt, unveiling those rippling muscles I’d just been ogling on my phone. Then came the boxers… they stripped away, letting that massive dick spring out so hard and full. Just like in his pics, no less hard than when he thought I was Ms. Plume.

“Take a good look, Ms. Plume,” he said tersely, reaching down to grab my hair and pulling my face in against his dick.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. It was so harsh, and commanding, and embarrassing, and perfect. My gaze went up to meet his for a second and intentionally, slowly, I opened my mouth, inviting him in.

Inviting him to fuck my face.

My daddy held my by the hair in one hand as he grasped the base of his shaft in the other. He wielded that hefty dick like a weapon and smacked it to my pink lips, and the way he looked at me… oh, there was some frustration there, but I could see it: he was looking at me with the same desire he had when he saw my pics on the phone.

“Squeeze those tits around this dick you wanted so bad,” he commanded me, teasing the tip of his cock over my lips, smearing some precum on them before he moved his shaft on down.

I was shivering with excitement and desire, and I did exactly what he wanted. It was my one shot to please him, to make him really want me and see me as a woman, and I would do anything he asked.

So I brought my hands up, and squeezed my tits around his cock. It was such a strange sensation, different than anything else I’d experienced. My soft flesh yielded to his hard, throbbing dick, and I could feel his pulse ripple through my skin.

He looked down at me, and licked his lips. Any conflict he had, he wiped from his face with his big, strong hand before he began to rock his hips. That thick dick of his pumping between my full, smooth, pillowy tits.

But he was so long and hard, the purple tip of his cock, glistening with precum, came right up within reach of my lips. And he pushed down on my head, so that my glossy pink lips met it each time.

“Kiss it. Since you wanted it so bad,” he commanded me, but some of the edge was gone from his voice now as he grunted and moaned. He bossed me around, but it wasn’t as angry. It felt laced with need and desire instead.

I brought my lips to his crown, parting them and finally tasting him. It was rugged and a little salty, but it was perfect. The next thrust, my lips parted wider, and I licked him curiously, collecting some of the precum on my mouth.

“Like that?” I asked as I did it again, my heart thudding so heavily in my chest.

He bobbed his head in a nod as he watched me, that massive dick of his throbbing, swelling with excitement between my tits.

“Good girl,” he husked in approval of my kisses and licks, that veiny cock pushing up between my breasts again and again as he watched, enjoying the contrast. My breasts were so smooth in comparison to his bulging dick, after all. It made such a lovely sight for us both. “This is what you wanted, huh?” But it was him that put the whole idea of fucking my tits in my head.

“I wanted a lot of things, daddy,” I practically purred and before he could even let that taboo sentence stew in his brain I shoved my mouth as far down on his cock as I could. I felt him hit against the back of my throat, cutting off my breathing, and making my pussy throb with need.

He didn't resist though, not at all. Quite the contrary, he pushed down on my head, holding me there longer than I intended. His hard dick swelling inside my tight throat, straining against its confines as he kept it there a while, grunting above me.

Finally he pulled out, letting his cock throb in the air as tendrils of saliva connected my glossy pink lips to his manhood.