Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories
Especially as my hand trailed up her inner thigh with such a slow, teasing motion, closer and closer to that prize of hers. That little bit of herself that she sold to me.
Though I knew I got more than that. I didn’t just want a girl’s virginity.
I wanted them to be mine, willingly, happily.
I could feel the gentle heat of her femininity as my hand grew near along her thigh. That soft inner thigh flesh led me up towards it, where her bare little cunny — so smooth from her shaving and slick with excitement — greeted the light brush of my hand.
That momentary contact made her gasp audibly and her whole body stiffen in surprise. She bit down upon her puffy pink lower lip and suckled it into her mouth as she tried her best to remain quiet.
“Did you shave like I asked?”
Her blush deepened at that question, and I felt her thighs quiver a little. Those beautiful milky stems in my hand so soft and pure. She nodded her head and said to me softly, “Yes, Sir. Of course.”
She’d never miss so big of an instruction as that, but I just wanted to see her reaction.
Especially as my hand trailed up her inner thigh with such a slow, teasing motion, closer and closer to that prize of hers. That little bit of herself that she sold to me.
Though I knew I got more than that. I didn’t just want a girl’s virginity.
I wanted them to be mine, willingly, happily.
I could feel the gentle heat of her femininity as my hand grew near along her thigh. That soft inner thigh flesh led me up towards it, where her bare little cunny — so smooth from her shaving and slick with excitement — greeted the light brush of my hand.
That momentary contact made her gasp audibly and her whole body stiffen in surprise. She bit down upon her puffy pink lower lip and suckled it into her mouth as she tried her best to remain quiet.
It was so sweetly endearing, and I couldn’t help b
ut throb once again, so eager to feel that tight little pussy around me. But more that even that, I wanted to taste her.
First, however, I had to do what I promised.
I brought my finger, laced with her juices, away from her smooth and untouched sex, hands instead pushing up the flirty dress she’d chosen so that I could look over her pristine ass cheeks. They were so pale, so delightfully gorgeous, and I stroked along her left cheek, feeling her out.
I rubbed it, first. Greedily, letting the soft flesh caress my hand and get the blood flowing to the surface.
She was like a mewling little kitten, half in heat, half awkwardly shy. She didn’t know what to do with herself, trembling with the anticipation so innocently, a soft little sigh escaping those pouty pink lips of hers.
“This is for your own good,” I said before bringing my hand down.
Crack!
The sound filled the air, and I stayed still for a while as she got that wail out. Her slender throat put to work producing a surprised squeal as my hard hand met her soft, delicate skin.
I felt almost heady with the sensation, greedily taking in her response and letting it ease my troubles away.
Back in the big city, I have a few trysts, when I care to. But overall, my tastes are so selective that regular sex just didn’t thrill me. Not in the way that training new subs did. Those with a curiosity and a high price tag.
I brought my hand down again and watched as my handprint marred her beautiful, pale flesh for just a moment.
It wasn’t just about the sex. It was never just about the sex, or even the power.
I wouldn’t call myself benevolent, but I couldn’t deny that a part of me wanted to imprint upon the women I’ve been with. That I wanted to have an impact that I couldn’t have as just a suitor, just another john.
And so I brought my hand down again, shhing her in a gentle and warm manner as my hand stilled on her ass, rubbing the heated flesh.
Her pristine, pale flesh tanned red beneath my hand so quickly, her sensitive body prickling with pain as she cried out again and again, each crack of my palm making that gorgeous girl teeter forward on her slender limbs and reel back in.
It was easy to see that the intensity of my punishment was a bit hard for her to take, but she never relented, never showed a sign of failing me. She was a beautiful work of art, and I was making my mark upon her as she cried out.