Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

It was like all the thoughts simply left her mind, leaving her feeling vacant and a little haze before she licked her lips.

“You,” she managed out finally. “I want you.”

He gave a harsh little laugh and bit at her ear, tugging the lobe before letting it snap back to her. “You want me to fuck you, is that it? Then say it,” he prodded, his fingers stroking over her cunny, swirling about her clit before trailing her warm honey across her stinging ass cheeks. “You’re a bimbo slut, use your words like one,” he chided, his hand cracking across her cheeks, the moisture of her cunt only making the sting worse.

This was so humiliating, to have him insult her like that. To use such degrading and horrible language.

But she was so fucking turned on by it, she could barely contain herself from turning into a quivering, stammering pile on his floor.

“Please fuck me,” Brittany pleaded, her voice so desperate.

“Good girl,” he complimented her, and very quickly she heard his fine black pants come undone behind her. A low thud resounded as his heavy cock smacked against her stinging ass cheeks. That hefty shaft bulging with throbbing veins, glistening at the tip with his precum.

He trailed that beast of a dick down along her cunny, teasing her slick womanhood as he grasped her hips with both of his strong, manicured hands. “This has been a long time in the coming, slut,” he remarked, letting his digits sink into her flesh before he speared her upon his thickly throbbing manhood, taking her up to the hilt as he nestled his crown against her womb.

Her thighs tightened as she yanked herself forward, trying to balance herself against that sudden thrust and the sharp pain that followed as he went too deep, too soon. It took her breath away, and the feel of his hips against her stinging ass only accentuated her own feeling of pain.

“Holy fuck,” she moaned out, her prissy skirt falling back around the top of her ass and his hips as she squirmed.

Those powerful hands of his grabbed her tight and pulled her back into place as he grunted his approval at her tight pussy. “Fuck, you’re a good cunt,” he growled, and she could feel the instinctual throb of his excited cock inside of her, twitching and filling her so completely. Pushing the walls of her narrow quim outwards so widely as he just enjoyed resting inside her warm, wet confines.

She couldn’t believe this was happening. Maybe it was just the alcohol that made her slower to realize it than she should have, but her teacher was inside her. He was oh, so deep inside her, and she swallowed deeply because her stomach was roiling with butterflies and her mind was quickly growing hazy.

“Mr. Hawthorne,” she whimpered, wanting him to be gentle, to go slow, and yet... not.

It didn’t matter, as he went the pace he wanted.

He tugged back his hips, letting his thick girth slip from her, slick and hot before pounding it back inside with a satisfied grunt. He didn’t ease it in her at all, but began to set a slow, hard pace that grew in tempo. The wet slap of her cunt against his groin, the smack of his heavy balls against her clit as he took her in the middle of his living room.

Took her was the right word, as those powerful hands of his grasped her so tight, taking control of her. Making her bound body his to command and use.

Her fingers tightened around the leather belt and her back arched before she gasped.

She couldn’t remember him putting on a condom.

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She couldn’t feel a condom.

Brittany tried to pull away, partially falling off balance but for his strong hands keeping her pressed to him. “Are you... Did you put one on?”

That insistent throb of his cock inside her was so hot and real, so complete, there was no way some rubbery sheath separated him from her. His thrusting shaft pumped into her without a hitch in its rhythm, the loud smacks of his groin and balls striking her uninterrupted as he slapped her ass and reached out to tug her hair once more.

“Don’t put your head to thinking, slut,” he growled as he fucked her a little rougher in response. “I want the full experience.”

Her heart beat angrily against her chest and she knew this was wrong. So very wrong.

He should be smarter than that.

She should have been smarter than that.

So why did her cunny pulse so wantonly, begging his cock into her deeper and deeper despite the stinging of her ass and scalp?

She was gasping for air and couldn’t fill her lungs, couldn’t clear her head enough to argue with him.

Despite all sense and reason he pounded into her harder and faster, that handsome, civilized teacher of hers fucking her wildly. The sounds of their rutting filled the room as he pushed her head down onto the floor, bending her body to his will as he kept her ass pushed up in the air only to be beaten so mercilessly with his thrusts.

“C’mon, you want this, don’t ya, slut?” he growled at her, his voice ripe with need as she felt him swell and throb inside her. Again and again he pulsed so eagerly, and she could feel him tensing, working himself closer and closer to his climax within her abused body.