Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

“Good to see you, Lily,” he remarked, placing the chart aside as he walked over to her with a warm smile. “Your sister put in a good word for you, and your chart confirms it all: you’re as healthy and fertile a woman as she was when she came in. There’s not a problem in the world wrong with you,” he said so certainly.

“I knew it,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “God, I kept telling him but no, it was all my fault.”

She sighed, her hands in her lap as she looked up at him, smiling beneath her dark rimmed eyes. She didn’t tan, unlike her sister, and she didn’t have the same manicured nails and over plumped lips, but she was still gorgeous and well groomed. Just in a different way.

“Well, that’s where my sister told me you helped her,” she said brazenly, none of the beating around the busy as Roxy had done.

The striking doctor wasn’t fazed by that sudden come on, he gave her a simple – but dashing – smile and a slow nod.

“Beautiful, healthy women who want to be mothers like yourselves, shouldn’t be deprived just because the men in your life aren’t up to the task,” he said simply, letting his gaze travel down over the voluptuous woman. “You’re a pretty confident woman I can tell, I suppose you’ve thought it through and there’s no point in asking if you’re sure,” he said, phrased almost as a question itself.

“Wouldn’t be here otherwise,” she confirmed with a bright nod and an eager smile. Over eager, maybe. She couldn’t wait to see what he hid beneath those tight pants.

“Besides, I trust a doctor to be clean and understanding of confidentiality,” she added on, her hands finding the edge of the exam table and pushing herself forward towards him. “And you clearly got good swimmers.”

He gave a simple laugh then reached out brazenly, touching his hand atop her mostly exposed thigh, that hard, strong grasp of his clasping her supple flesh.

“Got your sister the first try,” he said simply, head tilted a little to the right as she was able to see his strong jaw and chiselled features up close. “Not that we didn’t seal the deal with some insurance shots,” he added on with the slightest hint of a wry smile. “We want to be sure of this after all.”

“So professional,” she said, her voice taking on a lilted tone. She wriggled into his hand, her firm ass barely on the bed any longer as she sought to get closer.

“So what’s the deal, huh? How do you want to do this?”

“Your sister did it with her feet up in the stirrups,” he said to her simply, his jaw set firmly as he looked her over up and down. “But maybe you just wanna get to it, huh?” he said, and the next thing she knew, he had a hold of her two thighs, tugging her legs apart further as he pulled her nearer to him, making her dress move up her body further.

And she grabbed for his belt, true to his prediction, working the leather through the loop with ease.

“I’m not that picky,” she said in a low, seductive tone. “Just as long as you promise to knock me up good.” Her smile was dark as her eyes skipped up to his, then back down as her fingers worked his button through the hole.

“You do this to all your patients?”

“Just the special ones,” he remarked, reaching up and clasping her breast over her top, letting his fingers sink into that supple mound as she worked his trousers open.

Inside, his dick was bulging through his boxer-briefs, a thick shaft snaking along his groin to his thigh. When she pulled it out, the thick, meaty shaft was fast expanding, growing longer, harder in her touch, but already surpassing that of her husband back home.

“Nummy,” she cooed affectionately as she stroked it bare, getting a feel for just how much those veins were throbbing. His arousal was turning her on, there was no doubt about it, and she squirmed on the table, leaving a wet spot on the paper sheet.

“No wonder you like whipping this out.”

As she worked that thick shaft in her hand it grew and grew, until it was a thick, iron-shod rod in her grasp. She managed to get a few moans out of him in the process, and a little trickle of precum to run down from his slit and along her fingers.

The doctor pushed his hand up her thigh and in under her dress, letting his thumb trace down along her slit, finding it bare and uncovered.

“Well I’m glad you came to me, Lily,” he said in a deep husk. “Fine stock like you and your sister need to breed right. You’re far too beautiful and fertile to be wasting your time childless and burdened by sterile men.”

“Mhm,” Lily replied, but she was distracted. Her thumb ran along his flared tip, dragging the precum down. She wasn’t in a rush, her fingers and palm teasing him, encouraging the blood to fill him to his full girth.

When finally he got to that point, she briefly let it go, watching as it throbbed of its own accord, and she sucked in a deep breath.

“That’s gorgeous,” she said with a low whistle. The perfect specimen.

The doctor’s thumb continued to tease her slit, working at it with that gentle precision, up and down along her moist gash.

“Good enough to father you a child?” he asked, arching a brow at her in confident query. He knew the answer of course; she’d not say no, not with that expression. Not with her having come in in the first place looking to have her problems solved.

“Mhm,” she nodded obediently.

“Same thing I told your sister,” he said so smoothly, his voice lined with a pleasured husk as she teased and stroked his length, making him shiver just a little. “I’ll be your doctor through it all, and if any paternity issues come up… the tests can come through my office and I’ll make sure no one’s the wiser.”