Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

"No," I said, this time with a bit of firmness. "I wasn't faking that. I liked each and every single thing you did. Maybe slapping me, spanking me, torturing me felt so good because I was being bad. But I enjoyed it. I liked all the rough stuff you did to me."

Daniel didn't respond immediately. He looked away from me for a time.

Then when his eyes returned to mine, it was with a kiss.

A strong, passionate kiss.

I was overwhelmed, him running his hands through my hair pulling me back, some of that trademark roughness shining through.

"I decide if I object to being the sugar daddy in this relationship. You bring you and your wonderful body to the table."

He pushed me forward down onto the table and forced me to stand, throwing my shirt up and over my head. It fell loose, and I smiled as in my slacker ways, I wasn't wearing much of anything underneath it. Daniel proceeded to use my newly bare breasts to take them into his hand and pull me close to him. Tightly, he pressed me against him, rolling my breasts in his hands, slapping my breasts, teasing the nipples and flicking them. They were already hard from the coldness of the room, but he was warming them up real quick.

"What about all that stuff about not wanting to be loved for your money," I said, before he forced me let out a soft moan.

"You want me because I do terrible things to you, Olivia. That's enough for me." He pulled my hair, forcing my face back and shoving his tongue down my throat with such a powerful intensity. "You're the type of slut I've been looking for and I'd pay anything to have you call my name out when I abuse you."

Helplessly, I was folded across the table, the handcuffs still in place. I had a strong suspicion they wouldn't be coming off my wrists any time soon.

"You like all this, don't you? Being ravished like this? Having your breasts hit and twisted?"

I nodded enthusiastically as continued to take his frustrations out on my tits, as he slid his hands down my body to my hips.

"Look at you, dressed in easy access clothes like this," he said, pushing my sweatpants down my legs and my panties right behind. "Just waiting to be fucked at a moment's notice. That's solid slut behavior, isn't it?"

With my clothes no longer in the way, he cruelly leaped into action, those deft fingers of his sliding down my body and going between my legs.

Everything that had suddenly happened, hearing him accept my situation, well, they were a load off of my shoulders. It was a rush to realize that after all my woe and worry, that I was going to get to have Daniel do things to me again.

And he was going to do those things to me right in that interrogation room.

He pressed his fingers against my pussy lips, and slipped them in again. "Already dripping wet for me too. You just love driving the point home of how much of a slut you are, don't you Olivia?"

"I'm your slut," I murmured right before he thrust his fingers into my pussy.

God, he was at it again. Pumping his fingers in and out of me like a machine. I couldn't stop him, not like I would want to anyway. I was immediately cooing and moaning for him as he manipulated by nub and used it against me, causing me to squirm on that cold steel table.

The handcuffs added a whole new dimension to it. I was literally just a torso he could do anything he wanted with, and he was choosing to fingerfuck me like this. He was building me up higher and higher, fingerfucking me even faster. I was screaming out for him as I wiggled the little ways I could in my predicament.

He slapped my ass, the sound echoing through the room as he did so. Daniel was going to continue to find new and creative ways to torture me and bring me to even greater heights. How on earth was I suppose to cope with all of this?

"You like this don't you. A filthy gold digger who just wants to cum everywhere, even in a police station?"

Daniel never stopped pumping his fingers in and out of my pussy and over my nub. I was curling into him as he did so, nodding furiously, agreeing with every word that he said. The energy inside me was rising so fast and so suddenly that there was no way I was going to last much longer with the way he was using me and abusing me.

I moaned and I screamed out his name, giving him everything that he wanted as he gave me everything I wanted – a strong burst of bliss shuddering through my body. Limply, I fell forward, but I knew that he wasn't going to leave me only with a fierce fingering.

"That's not enough for you, is it? You want more, don't you slut?"

Limply laying on the table, I watched as he undid his dress pants, pulling them down around his thighs and letting his erect cock shoot out, so very close to my face.

"Suck on it. Like the dirty slut you are, Olivia."

I nodded, sticking out my tongue and licking it, urging him to bring it closer to I could do exactly what he was asking of me.

Arms still bound, he shoved his cock into my mouth, and I licked him as he did so. Grabbing my hair, he didn't waste much time before fucking my face, and there was little I could do to stop him, only heightening the adrenaline rush from being treated like this – and feeling so bad f

or enjoying that I was being treated like this.