Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

I tried to use my newly freed hands to bat him off, but it wasn’t enough. Even as I childishly fought at him, I could feel myself grow closer to that brink, and I wasn’t sure what I could do to stave that off.

Worse, my thoughts were growing fuzzy and I started to forget even why I wanted to fight him off.

What was at stake.

Instead I was awash in the rising tempo of his pounding, thrusting into me harder, making me and the whole massive bed quake and cry out. It was like being caught in a tidal wave, being crashed and beaten upon the shore mercilessly as he claimed me there atop his bed. This was the best day of his life, the pinnacle of his achievement, and making me cum upon his dick was his new, final victory for the day. A celebration of his triumph as he claimed the most beautiful woman he’d laid eyes on, making me squirm and moan and scream out in pleasure from the motions of his gloriously muscled body.

He’d won the bet.

And I didn’t even care.

I was too swept up in the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, and my screams were echoing all around us as he held me there. It wasn’t until my warm juices flooded his cock that I was able to think at all, and even then, it was only about how much I wanted more.

More of him. More of his cock.

The slaps of his body striking mine grew wetter as my slick honey coated his groin and balls, and his victory was celebrated in the way he desired most. With a loud moan and an unleashing of all that pent up desire.

He must’ve been mere moments from caving himself, and with that flood of my climax coating him he just let go. His cock pulsated, throbbed thickly as he hammered into me erratically, letting loose his rich, creamy seed, flooding my fertile depths with his virility.

I’d lost the bet, and there he was, this gorgeous, powerful, rich man pumping me full of his seed, unprotected and heedless, hammering each spurt deep inside me until he hilted himself in, his dick twitching on its own as he emptied his balls to the last drop inside me.

It took us long moments to come down off our highs, panting for breath and trying to regain some control of our minds, but all the while my hands roamed over his back. We were sticky, and spent, but I wanted to remember the moment, and how he felt against me.

His broad chest swelled with each breath, and slowly his eyes opened again to gaze down at me. He’d won, spectacularly. But he held me in his arms, never gloated, but kissed me deeply, lovingly.

He eventually pulled from me after a long time in his arms, much to my sadness, but gathered a warm, damp cloth and cupped my cum-dripping cunt. He lifted his covers and carried me inside them, to hold me and caress me longer.

“Double or nothing,” he dared me to bet again, his smile a wry, devious thing as I felt his cock throb back to full mast against my body.

I lost that one too.

And it was the last I saw him.

It was a glorious night with him. One I’ll never forget. Especially since that night a couple months ago, I’ve learned he left me with more than the twenty grand he promised me for my time.

I was due up for a stage show again soon, but I was drawn to the sight of my tummy in the change room mirror. Nobody had yet noticed it, except me that was. But my tummy was a bit swollen. And the pregnancy tests all said the same. I was knocked up.

I went to his place to tell him, but he had moved, true to his word. Off to some gorgeous, billionaire’s penthouse I guess.

I had to get to work again, as I heard my song begin to play. I had to prepare to care for a new person someday, after all.

But as I strut out there, trying to well up all my confidence, I see him. Back in his same spot, he paid the stripper at his side and she left him. His eyes are on me, that confident smile back on his face.

I lick my lips, a surge of emotions combatting within me. Anger that he felt he could just walk back into my life, months later, without having said a word. Annoyance, that his leaving me had hurt so bad.

And relief. Relief to see his gorgeous face once more, in person. I’d been trying to find out more about him since he left, but he’d gone quiet after making that deal, and I’m ashamed to admit how often I found myself staring at his picture from the day he met me, wondering what’d gone wrong.

But I suck that feeling down, and just focus it all into anger as I strut over to him. My black one-piece suit shows off my cleavage and hides my stomach, and I know I looked hot as hell, and I’m not about to let him walk all over me.

“Celebrating another big win?”

“Remains to be seen,” he says with that confident smile on his face. I don’t know what he’s getting at, but I’m determined to not be trampled on, even if he’s been the stuff of my late night fantasies ever since. “Been away, setting up operations for the military,” he explains, “but now I’m back and looking to resolve something that’s been on my mind ever since.”

He looks me over slowly, sizing me up, and paying a bit of undue attention to my tummy. Does he suspect?

“I’m not pregnant,” I lie, shrugging my shoulders and flicking my hair over my shoulder. “If that’s what you’re curious about. So don’t worry, I’m not going to be hounding you for child support.”

He looks disappointed, which I guess means I at least win one round with him.