Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

It was so hard, sitting there in her seat, the silky smooth dress hugging her curves. The plane was a bit chilly, though, and her nipples ached from the cold. But, of course, she didn’t bring a jacket. Why should she have to when she was headed to a private island resort?

She stood up and arched her back, stretching in the most seductive way she knew how. She’d had a good teacher for that, too. Melony was a brilliant flirt in her own ways, and possessed great cunning.

“Daddy, how much longer until we land?”

They sat in a cozy little area of the private plane, a round table between them. Her father was scanning through some reports on his tablet, no doubt. It took him a second to tear his gaze away from the screen, but once he did he lifted his gaze up over her body, hesitating just a moment at the sight of her stiff nipples prodding through the fabric.

He shook it off to pull back his sleeve and look at his Patek Phillipe watch. Having shed his tie and jacket, he sat there with the first few buttons of his shirt undone, showing some of his hard chest and the blonde hairs that peppered it.

“Not much longer now honey,” he said before smiling and patting the seat beside him. “Getting antsy are ya?”

They’d always maintained a good relationship, despite what she’d said to him earlier about never taking her anywhere. She’d never been the kind of girl to make her father truly angry, and he did love to dote on her. He was unable to resist giving into her.

Sliding around the table to his side, she curled in next to him, but thoughts of being the good, doting daughter were far from her mind. She didn’t want to be just his little girl anymore, and she knew that no man, no husband could compare to him. Her hand came to rest on his lap so achingly near his crotch, and she wondered if just the feel of her hand on the fine fabric of his suit would be enough to make him twitch.

She shifted just enough to let her breasts push in against him, her mouth finding his cheek. “Thanks for taking me,” she said softly, her voice a bit husky despite the fact that it still felt like the middle of the day for her. The cabin of the private jet was dim, though, and she thought it felt a bit romantic. It had no doubt been intended for her mother.

Sebastian put his arm around her, that thick muscled appendage, so strong from his morning workouts, which he never missed. She knew that for a fact, because she never missed the sight of him coming from their private gym, muscles bulging from the strain, glistening with sweat.

“Well if I can’t have my other special lady, you’re no runner up,” he said with a fatherly kiss to her forehead in return. Still, she could sense the tension in his thick, powerful thigh. Despite his well-honed business face, he reacted to her womanly ways. That dainty touch so near to his groin unable to fail stirring his loins a little at least. “You were right though,” he said as he stroked her long, platinum blonde hair, “it’s been too long since we last did something like this.”

She smiled as she rested her head against his chest, hearing the steady thump-thump of his chest.

No, they’d never done anything like this.

He had booked out the private resort for a full week, and the moment Bethany stepped out of that plane and felt the warm, night air hit her, she knew she wouldn’t waste a single second.

The servants took care of their bags, bustling towards the vehicle to transport them to the secluded house her father had rented. There were just the three of them total, with another awaiting them, but their only job was to cater to the pair. They made a show of welcoming them off the plane to the island before hurrying away their baggage into the vehicle.

Bethany would be only too thrilled if she never saw either of them for the entire trip.

The stars shone so brightly in the sky, glittering like diamonds, and it filled her with a sense of wonder, of clarity. She knew what she was doing was right, and as they drove in silence, her hand again found his thigh and she sat closer to him than she needed.

“Isn’t it funny? It’s only supper time back home, but here it’s pitch black,” Bethany said quietly.

Her father had already unbuttoned his shirt lower, enjoying the feel of the warm evening air upon his chest as he sprawled across the back seat. His arm came around her shoulders in response and he held her close once more.

“You get used to that when you travel enough,” he said with a kiss to the top of her head. “Maybe I ought to take you around more,” he wondered aloud in his low, masculine voice.

“Oh, you're always so busy though, and I know how mom is,” she reassured him, her manicured fingers rubbing soothingly along his thigh, but the sensation, the deviousness behind that touch made her pussy throb with need.

Could she really do this?

Could she really seduce him?

She bit in her lower lip, looking out his window at the palm trees as they whipped by when finally their house came into view. It was luxurious, the lights shining and reflecting in the large swimming pool at its side. She sucked in a breath and exhaled it with a low whistle of excitement.

Her father’s smile brightened and he rubbed his hand over her arm and shoulder. “Everything to ourselves. The only other people are the servants, and they’ll keep out of our sight when we don’t need them,” he said, and Bethany dared think he almost as enamoured with the whole plan as she was.

When the car pulled up, the servant that awaited them -- standing more like a soldier at attention than a domestic servant -- rushed forward and got the door as the others climbed out and got their bags.

Sebastian was first to get out, but he extended his hand to her in gentlemanly fashion. She flushed just a tinge at her powerful and influential father smiling at her broadly as he helped her out of the vehicle.

“Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Seacrest,” came the greeting from the smiling man, eager to guide them inside. “Everything is fresh and waiting for you to make use.”

Her body was toned, the heels made her ass stick out, and she knew how to wiggle it just right. She was far more blessed than her mother in the chest, too, despite her slim stomach, and she always accentuated it with some piece of jewelry. Tonight it was a coral necklace her father had given for her fourteenth birthday.

“What do you want to do first, Mr. Seacrest?” Bethany teased as she walked on ahead a bit, looking over her shoulder at him seductively.