Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

Then I can play our game.

I’m his fuck baby and I know he loves me.

I look at the camera feeling a warm glow from my ass. I didn’t do well on my math today.

“Hello, Daddy. It’s so special to have you watch me. I love lying here telling you how much I want you, want your hard cock in my pussy. I like the way your face goes wild when you shove that big dick deep inside me, when you cum inside me. It feels so good when you fuck your baby, when you plant your hot seed inside my cunt.”

I rub my pussy as I talk. I like this because it feels good, playing with it and knowing he will get all hard and eager to fuck me.

“Does my pussy look different now, Daddy? It feels different to me, but maybe that’s just because I know we have a baby up there. He is way too tiny to be kicking or anything. I don’t think he even has feet yet, but I can feel him. I love the idea that your baby is growing inside me.”

Ever since the test showed I was pregnant, Daddy has been so sweet to me. He is taking such good care of me, and I take care of him too. I make him feel so good.

I love my Daddy and he likes my games. Whenever I am on the web cam, I look into the camera, right through the lens so I can see him. Sometimes he’ll join me in my little bed, but sometimes he’ll stay right in his chair. He likes to think about the other men watching me, wishing they had a daughter like me, who liked to take her Daddy’s cock in her pouty lips or will bend over for him. When he does that, after I finish the show I come in the living room. He sits there naked and I’ll look at his big cock and beg him to let me suck it, or to climb on him and ride it. He loves to hear me beg for his cock.

I decide to beg for it now, and I get on my hands and knees. Daddy loves to fuck me every way, but sometimes I think he likes it doggy style best. When I get my ass in the air like that, he rests his hand on the small of my back and fucks me. He says that it lets him watch the way his big cock stretches my pussy open, distorts it as he rams deep into me. Playing with my pussy, imagining Daddy is behind me with that hard cock, feels so good.

And then my door bursts open and Daddy is standing in my doorway, naked. His face is red and his cock is a huge, rigid pole and I know he will fuck me so good.

“You sweet little slut,” he says.

“I need you, Daddy. I need your hard cock.”

When he moves behind me, I can see his cock at my pussy on the monitor. What a beautiful thing. I moan when he pokes it into me. I’m still not used to how much it fills me.

As he begins to fuck my little cunt, on the monitor it shows that we have a huge spike in the visitors to our site. I love being watched as Daddy defiles his little princess.

A Fertile Work Party

Book Themes:

Exhibitionism, dirty dancing, creampie, breeding, impregnation, sex at work

Word Count:

4,747 words

I hated having to go to these stupid work parties. First of all, I never knew how short was too short, and how much cleavage was too much cleavage. It really seemed to depend on how hot you were, and how old you were. If you’re a sixty year old woman, you could get away with anything, but they seemed to expect the twenty year olds to dress like a nun.

But I didn’t care that much. I wanted to look hot, damn it. I hated having to look frumpy every day at work, so I spent way too much time getting my hair dyed and my makeup done just right. Smokey eyelids, way too heavy mascara, pink blush, a little bit of lip gloss... Yea, I looked pretty good.

Especially with how my navy dress showed off my breasts, and the silver necklace lured the gaze down towards that valley. Scandalous? Maybe a little. Slutty? A tad.

Hot as fuck?

Oh, definitely.

I walked into the Christmas party, single and lonely and ready to use my two drink tickets to get plastered. I’d tried to work it all out ahead of time, what drinks I could order that were both borderline socially acceptable at a business function, and which would get me drunk enough that I wouldn’t hate every second of my time there.

Our company wasn’t very big, but we were still going all out for the party. Rented out a club / restaurant, and by the time I got there, I couldn’t say it was thumping, but it was crowded.

And subdued.

People hadn’t had nearly enough to drink, that was clear, and I’d timed it so we were all being ushered into the restaurant. I hadn’t even had enough time to see if anyone I liked was there.

Aw, who am I kidding? I just really hoped Tony’d be there. He was about the only one I really got along with at the company, and he was fine as hell. I wanted to see him all cleaned up, but as I peered around at the balding heads and gaudy dresses, I couldn’t see much of anything until I got to my nametag at the table.

I peered to either side of me, finding only people not in my department and I sighed. I was all by my lonesome again until Tony waltzed through the door, eyes instantly on me. I stopped him in his track, his gaze dipping down over my cleavage as I waved to him, and he came to me instantly, swapping out someone’s nametag for his own and sitting on the bench next to me.