Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

There was nothing I could do but sit back and take the abuse he was delivering to me. Every thrust of his cock, every forceful inch of his flesh as it passed my lips. I just embraced my own defilement as he fucked my face, and felt his rod only get harder as he continued to use and abuse me so roughly. So rough with my hair, all I was for him at that moment was a set of lips and a tongue.

Degradation had never been such a rush for me, but Daniel was making it so.

I could hear his grunts as his cock shuddered with the intense pleasure I was clearly giving him with only mouth and him fucking it.

"No, slut," he said, stopping, halting his cruel assault on my face. "You want my cum somewhere else, don't you?"

He stroked his as he walked behind me, as I was still bent over the table. He went to my pussy, rubbing it, it still sore from the sudden orgasm he had delivered to it moments before. His dick was perched outside my nether lips.

"This is what you want, right, slut? My naked, unprotected cock inside of you, nothing between it and your young, fertile pussy?"

I nodded, not fully understanding the subtexts of his words. God, I really was the slut he was accusing me of being.

He thrust inside me, and the first penetration after being denied him for so long was almost an orgasm in itself. He wasted no time putting his hands on my shoulders and making sure he was fucking me as deep as he possibly could with each and every thrust.

Daniel pulled me closer, his hands shifting down to my breast, twisting them, and spiking a competing jolt through me as he he kept up his rhythm. I called out with a moan, which he responded to by making his rhythm even faster.

"This is all you wanted, really. A guy fucking you unprotected. You want me to impregnate you right here in this interrogation room, don't you?"

I kept nodding. I think I would have admitted to murder if it kept him going. Everything he was doing was building up to something intense, something so much stronger than what I've felt before.

There was something different about the way Daniel was fucking me this time. Did my actions incite some true anger in him? They probably did. He was a rational individual though, so he didn't let it dominate him. Maybe that's why he was drawn to this sort of thing so much. Anger doesn't go away, so he channels it into sex.

Harsh. Rough. Primal. It was all energy Daniel was fucking me with. It hurt a bit, but the pleasure far outweighed any pain.

There was something else with it too that was different. The way he was talking. Impregnating me, flooding me with his seed. He was measuring himself last time, showing restraint and control.

This time? There was no such thing.

It was a raw, driven fucking, with far more purpose than making me cum alone.

Although that was still a pretty big part of it.

Daniel reached for my face, squeezed my cheeks, still fucking me, guiding my moaning face to his. "I'm going to give you what you want you little gold digging slut," he said. "A little bastard. That way you can try to claim child support. That's all a slut like you wants, right? To be fucked and taken care of."

There were tears in my eyes as I nodded so affirmatively, and I didn't know how much of his assessment I was agreeing with. I wanted this. With him, with Daniel fucking me the way I was sure no man could ever really possibly do so well.

Everything was coming together. I was on the brink of utter bliss, and I wasn't sure what my body was waiting for. The feeling inside me was so incredible and immense, it was almost torturous that I wasn't getting that final release just yet.

"It's not going to be like that. No, no child support, cause you're going to stay with me, Olivia, and let me fuck your sweet pussy whenever I want, and do whatever I want to it. That. Includes. This."

His hands firmly gripped my hips, and I felt his cock begin to shudder within. It began to pulse as it fucked me, firing burst and burst of hot seed inside of me, splashing against my cervix as he did so.

It was just what I needed for the final release.

I was sent to heaven just then, and I let out a scream so loud that not even the heavy metal door was going to stop everyone hear how nastily I was being fucked right now. Every surge of seed he fired into me only spiked my orgasm even higher. Just then, I was absolutely overwhelmed with the thoughts of everything that was happening, that I had succeeded, and that Daniel had just said he wanted to make me his, care for me and give me all the fucking I could ever desire.

It was beautiful, it was perfect, it was the product of our unusual lust.

Panting, voice hoarse, I could barely hold myself up over the table anymore as Daniel kept his cock buried inside of me.

"You're mine, now, Olivia. You'll always be my personal slut."

He let out a deep breath, tragically withdrawing his cock from me. I felt his seed start to leak out and go down my leg. It was such a sweet yet somber feeling, a reminder that my body was nothing more than a depository for his cock. It felt so sinful, so wrong to think of myself like that, while also feeling sexy to do so at the same time.

It made no sense, really. The human brain is weird, and I decided that if I couldn't make sense of it, I might as well enjoy the weirdness, embrace it. After all, those weird emotions are what landed me Daniel.

Out of my sight, I felt him futzing around with the handcuffs, undoing them. "You had the key the whole time, didn't you?" I said.