Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

To feel that milky white skin, with its smooth, flawless complexion. She was a work of art, like a statue carved by the finest of artisans, I wasn’t sure such a girl as her could exist before then. But there she was, sitting so demurely, obediently. Offered up to me as I strapped her into the leather, claiming her as mine.

She of course never uttered a word, just cast furtive glances at me as I went about my work, took liberties with feeling her skin.

As I fastened the last one around her ankle, stroking up along her calf with such a calm sense of entitlement, my heart thudded faster and I could barely contain myself. I let her bare feet rest against my thighs, both of them held by my hands, as I looked up at her.

I reached for the blindfold, and beckoned her head towards me so that I could rob her of her sight.

She did just as I wished without a word said, leaning forward and letting me wrap that blindfold about her head, tucking her beautiful blonde hair out of the way. She was so still and quiet, but there through her gauzy dress, I could see the outlines of her stiffened nipples, betraying the excitement she felt as I took my time with her.

Those full, pink lips parted as she breathed heavier, her bosom rising and falling with each breath.

Without her being able to see, I was able to finally smile. To let my eyes trace along her beautiful body and finally let myself seem weak to her utter beauty.

I throbbed in my pants, and I wanted so badly for her to touch it, for her to know what she was doing to me, but that wasn’t part of the game. The fun part was seeing how long I could resist. How far I could take her before I simply had to have her.

My hand cupped her jaw and forced her blinded face to me, so that my forehead rest against hers.

“Are you ready, Angel?”

That beautiful swan of a woman gave a light nod, her magnificent voice so soft and light.

“Yes, Sir,” she said, ready to offer herself up to me fully, completely. She was the full package, no hesitation, no reservation. She wasn’t just mine, she wanted to be mine. Such a rare treat in a submissive.

I smiled and stroked her cheek as I stood. I didn’t want to bind her, not yet. I wanted to see what she’d do, how she’d react. I wanted to give her some freedom, just to see her limits and what she’d do with it.

“Alright, Angel. I want you on all fours on the bed.”

She obeyed, but blinded as she was she had to feel her way up onto the bed, her dainty fingers feeling out the rich blankets as she climbed in. That dress of hers didn’t cover even half of her thighs like that though, her pert little rear wagging in my face as she bent away from me, bare feet dangling over the edge of the bed.

I liked disorienting them just a little. Making them enter my world, rely on me more.

What could I say other than that it got me hard?

I stood behind her, watching her ass sway with uncertainty, little tremors running down her spine, and I licked my lips as I undid my belt slowly so as not to give myself away.

“How do you feel, Angel?”

She was hesitant to answer me, I could tell, but she obeyed. That soft little voice so sweet and light.

“I’m not sure, Sir… a little nervous,” and that much was obvious, with the way her slender limbs shivered now and again. Her much tinier form so frail compared to mine, her skin looking porcelain and untouched in the Caribbean light that streamed through the open windows along with the ocean breeze.

“First times will do that,” I said, though I wasn’t sure if I intended it to be comforting so much as a statement of fact.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked, and that time I knew I was just curious. Interested.

That question obviously threw her, the poor little dove flinching and faced me with confusion written on her beautiful pale face around the blindfold.

She took her time, wet her lips, leaving them glossy and moist.

“I… I’m not sure, Sir,” she said faintly. Though she’d sold her virginity off to a rich man she’d not yet met, and I could see the stiffness of her nipples prodding down through her see-through dress.

Maybe it was just the money, but I didn’t believe so. Not with how selective I’d been, not with how many boxes on the checklist she had to say yes to.

I brought my hand to the back of her thigh, rubbing the backs of my fingers along that smooth, sensitive flesh.“Did you shave like I asked?”

Her blush deepened at that question, and I felt her thighs quiver a little. Those beautiful milky stems in my hand so soft and pure. She nodded her head and said to me softly, “Yes, Sir. Of course.”

She’d never miss so big of an instruction as that, but I just wanted to see her reaction.