Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

“Fuck, are you serious? You’re such a good girl,” he replied in the chat window. “C’mon baby, show daddy that little virgin pussy. Daddy’s dying to see it so he can imagine sliding on in it, and taking that virginity of yours at last.”

And then popped up, “You wanna see a pic of how hard you’ve got me at that thought?”

I nodded fiercely as I slid my fingers up and down my pussy, spreading my juices and making the smooth skin glisten with arousal.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours, daddy. I’ve been dying to see it. To feel it in my pussy.”

Normally, I’d have no interest in a guy’s dickpic. But this was different. And when the link to the image popped up, I just couldn’t wait to click it.

There it was.

That thick, long, veiny shaft on full display between his muscular thighs. His boxer-briefs tugged down, his bare, rippling chest on display, those pecs, those abs, so scrumptious I could lick them all day. And his dick glistening with precum as his hand cupped those two heavy balls beneath.

“Show daddy that pussy now, sweetie. Be a good

girl,” he said.

My fingers moved upwards, glancing over my clit and making me shudder before I brought them to my lips. I tasted myself, my tongue wrapping around my slender digits and lavishing them like I wanted to lavish and worship that cock.

The entire time, I maintained contact with my webcam, knowing just what fantasies that I was arousing him. I was starting to push him too far. I was tempting him too much.

But that’s exactly what I wanted.

“Have you dreamed of fucking me, daddy? Coming down the hall, peeking in on your little girl? Hoping to catch me playing with myself so you could punish me with your cock?”

“It’s all I think about anymore,” came his response, followed by another image link. This one was a gif, and I got to see his strong hand pumping up and down his shaft slowly, that gorgeous member on full display, being beaten off to the sight of my naked pussy.

“It’s the only thing that gets me off anymore, thinking of fucking my baby girl,” he confessed to me, thinking his identity as my real daddy was still safe.

It was strange, the idea of us being so honest with each other, with him just thinking it was a game. Not knowing that the truth was in my words, and being understood in his.

I was so wicked, toying with him like that.

I shifted onto my hands and knees, looking up at the camera with my big eyes, the focus on my face so he could only barely see my body.

“Do you think of me taking your big, fat cock between my lips, daddy? Do you think about how my tiny mouth would feel wrapped around you? Do you wonder if I’d touch your balls or be too nervous, and you’d have to show me how to touch you just the way you like? Your little girl, your little slut, specially trained for daddy’s pleasure?”

“I dream of it all baby girl. But right now I want to walk in there, cup your chin in my hand and slide my dick past those pretty lips, and teach you how to suck daddy’s big dick like a good girl,” he said. And from any normal guy that’d be bluster, but I saw his dick, knew it was his. Big was an understatement if anything. “Let you feel daddy’s balls smack your chin as he got you used to his size, to what it feels like to please a real man with your mouth as I pet your beautiful hair lovingly.”

I couldn’t help but smile. It was sick and perverted and yet... sweet. Romantic even.

The twisted collided with the beautiful, and I felt my pussy throb with need.

“I wish you’d come down the hall daddy. I wish you’d teach me how to please you,” I said as I sat back on my heels, my knees spread. My pussy was on wide display as I reached for my bra strap. “Do you wanna suck on my tits, daddy? Feel them get hard against your tongue as you bit and teased them? Feel me whimper and beg for more?”

“Fuck yes,” came his response immediately. “Daddy is so close to busting down that door of yours and taking you baby girl, you have no idea what you’re playing with,” he said, and I believed him. He was being honest I’m sure, but I did know what I was playing with. That’s the thing. The fire of my daddy’s lusts.

I smiled at the camera. Should I reveal it to him? Should I let him know that I know who he is, and I know just who I’m playing with?

I unclasp my bra, letting the fabric fall from me and releasing my breasts. My nipples are already so stiff, and I want nothing more than to tug at them, to tease myself and turn myself on. But more than that, I longed for my daddy’s touch.

I nibbled on my lower lip, considering my next words carefully.

“What if I told you that I wanted my daddy to bust that door down and creampie my little virgin pussy? What would you do?”

I was so wrapped up in the moment, I didn’t realize I’d already pushed him too far. Because as I was speaking to the camera: there he was in my doorway. He’d pushed it open quiet enough I didn’t notice, but then as horny as I was putting on a show for him, I could’ve missed him doing anything but busting it down.

“You knew. You little tease,” he husked to me, his voice so deep and yummy as he stood there, naked, his rippling, muscular body on full display, cock so stiff and hard as it stood out from his groin.