Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

But that began impossible when he reached down, fondling my breasts a moment, teasing my nipples with much more subtlety than Jordan had. And then on down… right past my light bush, between Jordan and my’s body, to tease my little clit once more, circling and prodding it as that cock hammered into me right next to Marcus’ fingers.

I was already so sensitive, his touch was warm and electric between my thighs and I let out a loud whimper. My eyes went to him, no longer able to focus on licking that flavour off his cock, my entire body crying out with need.

It didn’t take long, couldn’t be more than a couple of seconds, when that barrier was breached and the dams opened and I screamed out loud as my body quickly tensed and uncoiled.

My world was full of stars and electricity co

ursing through me, and while I came so hard once more, Jordan buried his dick on in me and, throwing back his head, he let loose a loud, thunderous roar as he came. Adding a second load to my nubile young womb, flooding my fertile depths as my tight cunny milked him dry.

It was all so dizzyingly sweet, and Marcus leaned down to kiss my lips, despite the salty taint of our fluids in my mouth.

I could finally see why all those other women had so desired this!

Marcus pointed out the back seat of the taxi, me in the middle and Marcus and Jordan on either side of me. I looked at the foreign countryside zoom past us with such rapt attention, my head going from side to side as I tried to take it all in, but it was going so fast.

My first time out of the town, off the island, out of the country, and with the two men I’d been spending almost every day with for the last five months. My baby bump was pronounced, but Marcus convinced me it’d be good for the baby to be exposed to new experiences, even if she was still within me. Besides, some tropical air didn’t hurt my own health and disposition!

I cradled my stomach as my hands clasped theirs, fingers interlaced, and my face actually hurt from smiling.

Part I

The Delaney Brothers

Alastair

Book Themes:

Billionaire, Dominance, maid/Boss, First Time, Pregnancy

Word Count:

16,705

“Don’t take too long in there or you’ll be late! The agency won’t appreciate that, Maisie!” shouts my mum through the bathroom door. I’ve just lowered myself down into a hot, delicious bath filled with floral-scented bubbles, piling my chocolate-brown hair back into a messy knot on top of my head. I roll my eyes and heave an exasperated sigh. My mum means well, but she has a tendency to hover a bit, always worrying over me.

“I know, Mum,” I groan, staring over at the door, praying she’ll leave soon. I was hoping for a little more privacy, but living with my mother in such tight quarters does not allow for a lot of time for myself. We share a tiny two bedroom terrace house in Conwy, North Wales, and we’re constantly bumping into each other, driving one another up the wall. We love each other, of course, but there comes a point when you’re eighteen years old and you’re just ready to be on your own.

“And don’t use up all my nice bubble bath!” she adds pointedly. I grimace, glancing over at the now-empty pink bottle perched on the edge of the bathtub.

“I’ll, um, get you some more,” I say sheepishly. I can nearly see her crossing her arms over her chest and shaking her head in that oh-too-familiar way. “Anyway, you don’t want to be late for work, either! I’ll be fine. Have a good day!” I continue quickly.

I hear her gasp a little and say, “Blimey, the time! Okay, I’m off.”

I listen to her heels clacking across the linoleum floor, fading away as she finally leaves. With a sigh, I close my eyes and sink down further into the aromatic water, enjoying the rare silence and solitude. Today is an important day, and I need to be in tip-top condition to handle it. I want a chance to zen out a little bit before I walk into the housekeeping agency office for that interview. I have to be perfect in every way if I’m going to land a good job.

Reaching over blindly, my fingers close around the item I’m looking for: a squishy sponge. Opening my eyes for just a moment, I squirt some lemony-scented soap onto it and begin massaging my naked shoulders, then down my arms and back up to my neck. The hot water is utterly heavenly on my skin, especially since it’s getting rather chilly outside. I dip the sponge into the water and lift it up, wringing it out over my perky breasts, my soft pink nipples just barely peeking out of the water. They stiffen slightly at the sensation of hot water sprinkling tantalizingly over my chest and I lean back, biting my lip.

I never, ever get alone time… and it shows.

From the moment I wake up in the morning until the second I fall back into bed at night, I am awash in sexual frustration — and just frustration, in general, actually. Living out here in such a small town is idyllic when you’re a child. The sea is mysterious and the forests enchanting. The streets are friendly and safe, and everyone knows your name. But now that I’m a young adult, I’ve grown tired of looking at the same sights and faces every single day. I want more than this.

I’m eighteen now, and I should be at the prime of my dating life, but every guy my age in town has known me since I was ten, when I moved here to live with my mum full-time after a decade of shuttling back and forth between Ohio with my father and Wales with my mother. We all went to primary school together. We all went to secondary school together. It’s a small world, and I know everybody in it. Besides, none of them are particularly attractive to me. They’re all set on just living here forever, becoming the fishermen, butchers, and farmers their parents were, too. Hell, even my own mother just assumes I am going to continue working as a domestic servant for the rest of my sorry days.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that. It’s just a little pedestrian for my tastes. And I’ve gotten tired of seeing my mother mistreated and overlooked by the wealthy, snobbish people she works for. That’s the main reason I have decided I want to go to university in London next year: I’ve got to get the hell out of Conwy and do something more with my life.

Of course, I’ve got to somehow find the money for an apartment in the most expensive city in the world. And that means falling back on the very job I desperately want to escape.

I’m going to be a domestic servant. I’m going to clean some rich prick’s house and save up every pound until I’ve got enough to pay rent on my own out there in the big city. That’s why today’s interview is so important. If I can’t get a good enough job, then I might just be stuck here for even longer, and that is an outcome I am not prepared to face.