Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

She’d changed into a simple blue dress with a blazer overtop it, black thigh-highs and pumps making her look far more put together than she had that morning. She set aside her purse as she looked back to the door, tucking her sunglasses away.

“Is it safe here?” she asked in that soft, sweet voice. “Maybe we should just go to a motel.”

I pressed a button on my desk and she could hear the electronic lock click it shut as I stood up.

“Nah, I don’t wanna waste any of our time. Maybe if this doesn’t work out, we’ll do the motel next time, huh?” I said with a casual smile as I loosened my tie and began to work open my shirt.

“You look good,” I added on nice and casual, my gaze sliding up and down her form, appreciating her look as I tugged open my shirt to show my broad chest.

She smiled as her fingers went to the hem of her dress, tugging it upwards over her fine ass and revealing nothing but the thigh-highs beneath it. Her pussy was still so red, as if she’d been rubbing at it furiously all morning, and she smelled so strongly of sex and my seed.

It was intoxicating, and she looked at me nervously once more.

“How should we do this?” she asked. Clearly, she wanted me to be the one calling the shots.

I reached out and patted my hand on my desk, which I’d cleared off in expectation of her.

“Park your pretty ass up here, and face me this time,” I said with a smile, stripping my shirt off entirely before I freed myself of my pants and let my dick burst out, thick and hard. Still wasn’t gonna be faking a need for some oral stimulation yet, I lamented, but dumping another load in that tight little pussy would be real nice.

She pulled her dress up higher until it rest around her waist and pushed her ass onto my desk. She was going to leave her mark, no doubt about that, as her pretty, wet pussy met the cold wood of my desk.

She shrugged off the blazer and threw it behind her, leaving her shoulders bare, a gemstone resting between her two, large tits.

Her heels hooked into the armrests of the two chairs facing my desk and her hands went behind her, thrusting out her chest as she exposed herself for me.

I moved in towards her, taking hold of my thick, throbbing cock and bringing it to her waiting, wet slit, teasing those puffy red folds a moment. Then I just couldn’t help myself.

I reached up, and very casually hooked my finger into her blue dress strap and tugged it down from her shoulder around her arm, then repeated it on the other side, exposing her two thick tits before me.

“Seeing these’ll help me give you what you want faster,” I explained so calmly, a simple smile on my face as I looked to meet her gaze, then back down to those two glorious tits. Yeah, I wasn’t gonna miss my opportunity to stare at those perfect fuckjugs.

Her nipples stiffened as she drew in a breath, her eyes going up towards the ceiling as I looked over her, the way those perfect, tanned breasts rose and fell with her nervous breaths as the scent of her sex swirled in the air.

“I’m ready,” she said softly.

And the way she rolled her hips...

Oh yea, she was ready to be my little broodmare.

I grasped her hips and angled my own, sliding my dick into her with a low, rumbling groan of pleasure. She was still so damn tight, even after my first time stretching her open that morning, and I knew this was a woman I’d never have trouble dumping my load in.

I gave a sharp little thrust to bury myself in first off, and it made her tits jiggle before my eyes deliciously. Maybe I should’ve been more professional about it, but as I began to roll my own hips and rock my cock into her, I reached up and cupped one of her breasts, squeezed that supple mound as I began to fuck her atop my desk.

She didn’t seem to mind, though. Her nipple tightened, begging for me to pinch it between my fingers, and she arched her back as I did just that. Those pretty, pink areolas and their hardened peaks responded so eagerly to my touch.

As did her pussy as those muscles tightened around me, still so wet and juicy from earlier. But now, her hips were rolling, and panted breaths peppered the air between us as still she kept her eyes closed, her head slightly upwards.

Maybe she was trying to assuage her guilt by not looking at me, but I knew there was no way her husband could fill her like I was. No way he could do her like I was doing. So I thrust harder, made her feel that thick, pulsating dick of mine as it stabbed in deep and stretched her tight little canal.

“How’s a man to resist breeding you?” I muttered aloud, and wasn’t even sure what I was saying at that point. It just felt so damn good inside her, and I wanted to draw her mind towards me, and what I was doing to her.

I kneaded her breasts a little more firmly, working that supple flesh so deliciously in my strong grasp. A woman like her was wasted on my neighbour. Though I guessed he’d serve his purpose when I was done knocking her up.

My other hand went from her thigh to the back of her head, making her look at me. Meet my eyes.

Her dark lashes slowly fluttered open, glittering gaze meeting mine as she moaned out lowly. Oh, that sweet, lyrical sound that she couldn’t bite back in time.

“He wants this,” I reminded her, trying to assuage that guilt. To get my beauty queen to come out of her shell and scream my name.