Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

“I wanted this for so long,” I finally whimpered, my lips pressing against his, my body singing with lust and pleasure. I had never in my wildest dreams imagined that I could have this with him. With the one man that was totally off limits to me.

But dreams do come true, apparently.

All words were a struggle to get out though amid the moans and squeals he was bringing out of me with that lustful thrusting, his balls battering against my bubbly round ass, his biceps bulging as his hands ran down beneath my back, lifting me off the bed a bit as he fucked me.

“You’re all daddy wants,” he grunts, and I feel his dick throbbing inside me as he reaches around, his thumb tweaking my clit as he watches my titties bounce.

Feeling him pleasure me wasn’t the same as when I touched myself. Sure, when I touched myself, I knew exactly where to touch and how hard or soft to go. But with him, he seemed just as in tuned with my body but from a slightly different angle, and with a harder touch that made it even more delicious.

That big, rough thumb of his making me squeal and moan like I never had before as his dick pistons in and out of me. His body like a powerful, precise machine that was pummeling every nerve in my body with pleasure as I got to admire his chiselled jaw, his rippling physique.

As I got to ogle my hot dad.

I was so turned on, so horny for him that it wasn’t long before pleasure started striking through me. It came on so quick it was like lightening, and I screamed, jumping and bucking against him, so eager to escape that insane pleasure while at the same time never wanting it to stop. I was just so turned on, though, and he was holding me in place, making me ride out wave after wave of pleasure.

I was at his mercy, and he jackhammered into me through my screaming high, making my young body his. He kept it up, through that, relentlessly pleasing me even as I batted my tiny hands against his powerful arm to get him to stop when I grew too sensitive. But it was useless, and before I knew it my toes were curling again.

“You’re my baby girl,” he growled. “Who’s your daddy?”

“Ah! Ah!” I cried out, unable to speak, unable to give him the answer he wanted. The answer we both knew was right. Not just figuratively, not just playing around.

It wasn’t just a fetish. It was real life.

“You are!” I finally squeaked out, the words sending another jolt through me, our taboo attraction making me cum on his dick one more time.

And my answer, plus that tight clench of my pussy around his thick cock one more time, was too much even for him. Even for my big, strong, in control daddy. And he tossed back his head, his muscles bulging and tensing as he shook. He rammed his dick into me, filling me, locking his hips there as he roared in pleasure, and thick gouts of virile seed shot into my unprotected little pussy, flooding my fertile depths.

I knew how risky it was. Maybe that was why I came again, my entire body shaking against his, my pussy milking him of every bit of his virile seed. Maybe I was just a horny young slut, desperate to be knocked up by an older man. Maybe I was just a dumb girl who didn’t understand consequences. Either way, the threat -- or promise -- of him knocking me up made me spasm with pleasure.

And judging by the way my daddy ground in against me, milking out every last drop of himself into me, I think he liked it too. He moaned, shuddered, showered me in kisses.

“That’s it baby girl… you’re daddy’s little treasure. And daddy’s gonna knock you up so good,” he rumbled lowly.

He once more took my breathe away, my head fuzzy with lust and love and affection as my arms tighten around him. He was everything I’d ever dreamed of, everything I imagined my first time could be. I was never more whole or at peace as I was then, laying on my back, legs spread, and my daddy’s cum filling me.

I didn’t know how it’d go after that. I thought maybe we’d both be too embarrassed to ever talk about it again. Maybe it’d just be pushed down as a dark, family secret. Something we’d both wanted so bad, but once we had it, we were able to resist the urge.

But instead, I’d taken to inciting him daily. I don’t know whether he tried to fight the urges or not, but every day during his morning meeting, he’d get a snapchat of me fingering myself. Every lunch, he’d get a dirty series of sexts. And on his way home, I’d be spread eagle in his bed, begging for him to hurry as I moaned into my cell phone.

I like to think, though, that he knocked me up that very first time. I mean, I’m 8 months pregnant now, and the timeline fits. It’s gotten me a different set of fans on my cam shows -- which my daddy still watches -- but it’s made me hornier than I could ever imagine.

So when he comes home tonight, he’ll find me on all fours, a little jeweled butt plug glimmering between my ass cheeks, begging for him to fuck his pregnant little girl long and hard.

Karen’s Sugar Daddy

Book Themes:

Billionaire, Virgin/First Time, Breeding/Impregnation, DaddyDom, Spanking

Word Count:

11,099

The three of us gathered into our family mansion's foyer. We were standing side by side, as our father had called us down for something very important.

Olivia sat on the stairs, annoyed by the whole situation, while Christine had her eyes glued to her phone.

Me? I was worried. This was totally unlike father. If there was any good things to tell us, he would just send us a text, or maybe a phone call. He wouldn't demand we all gather in person.