Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

“It’s fine,” she gasped, and she even squeezed me, those pussy muscles trying to bring me over the edge as her hips rolled.

God, she wanted me to breed her so bad. Desperate for it, even.

But I wanted to enjoy my first time in her hot body, even knowing that right after work, I’d be back in her again.

Wrapping my hands about her waist and letting my thumbs sink back into her ass cheeks I held her in place as I began to pump my dick into her. The slow, building motions rising as I worked myself up into a powerful thrusting pace.

My heavy balls swung up and smacked against her pubic mound as I began to rock her body, each thrust making those firm cheeks of hers ripple with the impact just a bit. She was utterly stunning, and I couldn’t help but marvel at every aspect of her as I prepared to lay claim to her womb with my seed.

It was a connection that wouldn’t be easily matched, not even by her husband. Part of me wondered if he got off on it, knowing that I was going to mark her as forever mine, but in the end I didn’t care.

Especially not when I had her on my dick, milking it with her tight little pussy and the sweet cunny-lips kissing my hard cock.

I didn’t want to drag out the first time too long, get her worried, and it was already a struggle to hold back then. She was the tightest woman I’d ever stuck my dick in, and the rest of her beautiful body didn’t help either.

“I’m gonna cum soon,” I muttered amid the moans, my cock throbbing inside her as she milked my dick, I just couldn’t handle what a slice of perfection she was. I gave her some harder thrusts there as I approached my limit, pounding her forward upon the end of my dick.

“Yes!” she said, flipping her hair as she turned to glance back at me. That one single word was filled with such raw emotion, though. She wasn’t viewing it as a simple transaction, I could tell, and instantly knew that next time she’d be much more ready to really have some fun with this.

That realization made it all the sweeter when my dick swelled up and I shot my load right into her fertile womb. She was damn ready, the tests had been done, and she was ovulating. There was no more ripe and fertile woman on the planet and I was dumping my load into her. Thick, heavy spurts of my seed pumping into her, filling her up deep inside as I kept my cock lodged in her pussy.

My hands slid down from her waist to squeeze at her ass tightly, savouring the feel of that firm flesh as my balls emptied all they had right into her.

She made such a soft, sweet coo as the tip of my dick struck against her cervix, pressing that stream into her as far as I could. Her shoulders slumped, her breasts dropped towards the bed as she still writhed against me, clinging to me and letting her hips rise up.

I could tell she was trying to keep her ass in the air, let that cum pour into her.

I gave my dick a few slow pumps to milk the last of my seed out into her depths, just a few final spurts before I had no more to empty into her. I couldn’t suppress the deep moan that rolled off my tongue then.

“I’ll see you at my office for lunch then,” was about all I could manage to say as he slid my dick from her achingly tight little cunt.

She stayed posed upright, though, her ass still in the air, her pussy so red and wanting. Her face contorted and I could tell she wanted more. I’d left her pent up, but that didn’t stop me from standing and walking towards my pants, even as her ass swayed back and forth.

If she wanted me to get her off, well, she was going to have to beg for it like a good girl.

Instead she nodded, her face pressed into the pillow.

“Noon?”

“That’s right,” I said with a smile as I pulled up my jeans and got dressed. “Make sure you get there on time, I’ve got a meeting right after, and I don’t wanna short change you,” I said so casually, flashing her a wink and looking more cocky than I felt. Because right then all I wanted to do was go balls deep in her again for another go.

She nodded again, still splayed so lewdly, and I took the time to step back behind her, to look at those spread asscheeks and the rose bud between them, her delicate sex so red with arousal.

I reached down between them, brushing my fingers over her clit. Two digits, sliding up over her wetness and then pressing inwards with such bravado and confidence that it made her wriggle and moan.

“Sorry, you were going to drip,” I explained as I pulled my fingers from her once more and wiped them on the bed. “See you then, Marisa.”

If I said that by ty the time our lunch date arrived, it’d slipped my mind, I’d be lying. As busy as that day got at the office, I couldn’t get my mind off the next opportunity to pump a load into that beautiful Marisa.

I’d shed my blazer earlier as I talked on the phone with one of our supplie

rs, and then the call came in.

“A woman is here to see you sir, says her name is Marisa,” came my secretary’s voice over the intercom.

“Let her in, she’s my business appointment,” I instructed. “And hold my calls.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied and not a moment later Marisa was in my office, shutting the door behind her.