Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

He undid the last two buttons of his shirt as he turned away and headed into his own room, grinning over his shoulder at her. “I was thinking you’ve had enough,” he remarked before peeling off the shirt, his back to her as he pulled it away, showing the thick, powerful shoulders and on down to the roundness of his ass in those black pants of his before he disappeared around the corner to fetch his shorts.

“I was thinking about you,” she huffed teasingly as she turned into her own room and stripped out of her dress. She didn’t wear any panties, which was wise. If she had, there was no doubt in her mind that they’d be ruined by now , the spot between her thighs was so wet. She unclasped her bra with trembling hands as she went to the mirror.

She was tanned and fit, and she knew she had a good body. She worked out hard for it and ate right, and her platinum hair suited her features. Her cheekbones were defined, her lips full, and her nipples so rigid right now.

She needed to do this, and fast.

A hand slipped between her legs, testing her wetness. Even though she’d known how juicy she was, feeling her fingers slip between her glossy netherlips was another sensation altogether.

Her index finger ran over the hard bit of metal, the clit piercing she’d bought herself for her last birthday, and she couldn’t wait to show it off. It was the one place her daddy had never seen, a secret rebellion from him. Now, though, would be the big reveal, and she couldn’t wait.

She grabbed a plush white towel and wrapped it around herself, but she was scandalously bare beneath, and she quickly headed to the pool on uncertain legs.

“You can do this, Bethany,” she coaxed herself softly, her pulse soaring.

Her father came out not long thereafter, the bottle of champagne dangling from one hand, two glasses the other.

He had shed all his clothes save for a pair of tight swimming shorts that hugged his round, hard ass. Those thick thighs and bulging calves of his so prominent from all his jogging as he strode over towards the pool.

“You were fast,” he remarked with a smile as he leaned down by the chairs, laying down both glasses on the table then pouring a bit more of that expensive champagne into each. “And here, I wouldn’t want to drink alone. But if you’ve had enough, no pressure,” he remarked casually, smiling at her, though her eyes were drawn to the way his shorts outlined his package so neatly in their white fabric.

A delightfully large bulge to match the tall man’s prominence and power.

She swallowed and smiled, laying back so seductively on one of the lounges, as if she were sunbathing in the moonlight. It cast a romantic glow on everything, and she’d dimmed the lights around the pool as well. The water still shimmered with the underwater lamps, and in the distance they could hear a few night birds sin

ging to one another.

“Well you’ll be here to make sure I’m safe, so I don’t see why I shouldn’t have another.”

He gave her a bright smile and straddled his own seat, his thick musculature rippling as he looked around the horizon then back to her. “You’re always safe with me, sweetie,” he assured her, tilting his head towards her bathing towel as he picked up his glass and drank some more. “Feeling bashful about some scandalous new bathing suit?” he asked, a wry grin on his face, that almost seemed to dare her.

“Something like that,” she said, trying to sound seductive and mysterious but feeling so incredibly shy, all of a sudden. She sat up, the white towel staying put but revealing so much of her long legs, her large breasts. Bending over, she began to undo one wedged heel, then the other, kicking them aside and wiggling her manicured toes.

“What time do you think it is at home?”

Her father sat where he was, watching her.

In the boardroom he was a beast of a man, but in a more subtle way. Cunning and calculating, with all the wealth and resources one could hope for at his disposal. Seeing him in the moonlight with just those shorts on, so she could see the thick, bulging muscle, so hard and plenty upon his tall frame, sculpted upon him so that he looked like a man more adapted to the rigors of physical exertion than anyone else in the room.

Better yet, as she watched him watching her, she noticed that bulge grow. A thick, snaking vine growing beneath the white fabric.

“Somethin’ like nine maybe?” he offered, shrugging those broad shoulders of his.

She couldn’t take her eyes away from the growing spectacle between his legs, no matter how much she tried. She was transfixed, and her pussy began to throb again, so patient yet so needy.

She never brought any clothes. Nothing but the dress that she’d worn on the flight, and a couple of cute pieces of lingerie. She’d been so bold, so certain of how cocky she’d be, how easy she’d lead him on, play with his heart, make him need her.

But now she felt just like a girl again, lost and uncertain of herself, unsure of what to do when confronted with her father’s growing desire.

She shifted in her seat before standing up in her bare feet, feeling so small even though he still sat.

Bethany wasn’t sure if it was the practice that forced the words out of her, the alcohol lowering her inhibitions, or just the sight of his growing arousal, but she finally failed to restrain that innocent purr. “Why don’t you take my towel, daddy?”

With casual confidence he laid his drink aside,and reached over for her, those big strong arms wrapping around her waist as he pulled her in towards him. “That’s not all I’ll take,” he growled to her, a bold grin on his face as he both yanked away her protection and pulled her in between his thighs at once.

Once he saw what laid beneath he froze, that big grin stuck on his face as he stared at her in his arms. His beautiful young girl, even more busty and curvaceous than her mother, bare in his embrace. Leaning between his thick, powerful thighs.

“Baby,” he said breathlessly, his intense blue eyes wide as he stared in dumbstruck awe.