Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

It all spoke to me in some way I could never understand, and I’d fantasized about this moment since I first knelt at his table like some pet.

“Oh God,” I murmured, my voice sounding so strained.

He rose up, looked down upon me with such a fiery intensity in his eyes. Such a hard man, with such a passionate desire, and he made me want to give into him. That was his trick. That was what made me submit so readily to him, he kindled a desire in me to do what he wanted, as he wanted it.

With his strong hands upon my form, he twisted me about, pressed my ample chest into the table and looked me over, with my short skirt flared upwards.

“Be a good girl and lower your panties,” he growled in command.

I’d never done anything like this, not ever. Not even thought about doing it.

Even in my wildest fantasies, I couldn’t have conjured up what those words could do to me and how readily I wanted to obey.

My fingers found their way to the waistband of my panties, and I knew that I should stop it all and just walk away, pretend none of this ever happened.

But it did happen. It was happening. I wanted it more than anything, and I was lowering my panties down over my thighs with a youthful glee, and a womanly excitement.

It was so wrong, and I felt the fabric slip down over my calves, gathering around my high heels and leaving me so exposed to the man who made me want to obey, even when I knew it was wrong.

I could feel the cool air graze my nethers, and I shivered with excitement, nervousness. I could hear him working his own belt, the sound of metal and leather, and then the cloth of his pants parting.

I only dared look behind in the glass reflection of the doors, see that towering man there, ready to take me as he pulled down his trousers and revealed his thick, sizable manhood, so rock hard with desire.

“I’m gonna fuck you raw, my pet Tish,” he growled hoarsely. “Gonna pump you so full of my cum you’ll be knocked up twice over,” he pledged as he trailed his thick, purple crown along the seam of my cunny.

I was always a good girl. Always knew to avoid the very thing he was promising to do to me.

But he made me weak. Drew out my secret desires, the ones I wouldn’t admit to myself let alone anyone else, and then display them in front of me so blatantly. With such expectation.

He was the type of guy that you never said ‘no’ to, and all of my good sense was gone and in its place was a girl I didn’t recognize. A girl that pushed back against his cock, begging him with her body as a foreign, “Yes...” escaped my lips.

It didn’t take much to make him oblige, that gentle little nuzzle of my quim to his manhood, and he was spearing his way into me. A single, rough thrust and he imbed his pulsating pillar deep into my warm, waiting canal.

“Yes!” he roared out, throbbing thickly, stretching my narrow, virginal canal wider with his entry. “You’re so damn perfect! The way you feel with your pussy wrapped around my dick,” he growled, reaching up, taking hold of my ponytail as he tugged back his hips, pulling the clinging walls of my cunny with him before he thrust back in.

I wondered if he even knew he was my first, if he knew what he was taking from me. What I was giving him. There was a sharp sting, and my body tensed and tightened as he stole my virginity.

I’d never heard him curse like that before, and the idea that I had unhinged a man that was always in control, always so put together... it was a rush. A high unlike any I’d experienced, and I was crying out in unison with him. Pain and pleasure mingled.

I hadn’t realized how badly I wanted and needed him inside me until I had it, and suddenly I felt whole. All of my worries and fears slipped away and in their place was just warm, welcoming love and passion and desire.

I slammed my backside against his hips, and his cock hit against a sensitive part of me, sending a jolt of sensation through my entire body. My fingers grasped onto the heavy table, holding myself up as he took me so hard and with such need. The pain ebbed and gave way to a dull ache, and then to nothing more than sweet bliss.

“I’ve never felt so good as I do now that I’m fucking you,” he growled to me, winding my hair about his fingers as he thrust, burying his shaft deep inside me with each thrust. He smacked my ass cheek with his free hand before grabbing hold of my hip to aid in his motions. “You feel so damn good around my cock, pet,” he husked into my ear.

I shouldn’t want him to think of me as a pet, as a thing he kept and took care of, but that was what I was.

And that was what I wanted to be.

I moaned again, my large breasts flattened into the table as my legs spread. I tilted my hips a bit more as he impaled me on his thick shaft, and he delved into me deeper.

The table squeaked as I held onto it tighter, my words peppered with cursing as he fucked me raw. It wasn’t what good girls did. It wasn’t what I did.

But I didn’t want anything to separate us. Not now.

His two hands were holding me, guiding me, and he was thrusting with such rigor. I was captivated by the reflection of our bodies moving together in the glass. The way he pumped his organ into me, filling me up and making my ass cheeks ripple with each impact.

“Take it, take my cock… take me!” he said with such force, but I could feel the yearning in his words. How much he wanted me to accept him, not just physically.