Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

“Now, Maisie,” he says as I bump into something cool and wooden—a library ladder, firm and solid, and I put a hand on it for comfort as I look at him, nearly trembling, but so fucking hot I can’t stand it, the lips of my pussy so wet and needy. “Why did I hire you?”

“You…” I say as the flesh of my ass presses against a rung of the ladder, and he’s looming over me now, still not touching a thing. But the answer is on my lips. “You hired me to follow your exact commands, Master,” I say, swallowing.

“Good girl,” he says, reaching forward and taking my breasts in his hands, thumbs stroking over my nipples, and I gasp as electricity unlike anything I’ve even known shoots through my body. “You’ll make a fine little maid, if you learn so quickly.”

“Th-thank you, Master,” I manage, getting the rhythm of things. Something warm rolls through me as I sense his approval.

“Very good indeed,” he says, his accent a sweet spice on his tongue. “I reward my obedient servants well.” His hands go to his coat, and he slips it off, tossing it aside before his hands go to his black shirt, unbuttoning each button slowly on his way down, slowly exposing a chest with more muscle, more statuesque definition than I could have looked for in a Renaissance painting. His physique is flawless, I realize as he strips the shirt off and takes my tiny hand in his massive one to put to his chest.

There’s a powerful heartbeat there, so at least I know he’s not a vampire. He then lets me explore his torso, letting me feel every inch of rippling abs, sides, pecs, shoulders...he’s a god among men, I decide, blinking as if to wake myself from a dream.

And he can do whatever he wants with me.

He takes my hand again, bringing it down to his trousers, where I feel the thing between his legs. He’s absolutely massive, the bulge threatening to burst from his pants, and once I’ve gotten a feel of him stiffening, he unbuttons his pants and lets the massive cock out.

“Oh god,” I say without thinking. The size of the thing is enormous. It bulges purple at the crown, hungry, needy, and all for me, it occurs to me. The thick shaft is ribbed with veins, more girth than I’ve ever dreamed of. And it ends in heavy, full balls, the smell of his virile masculinity filling my senses already.

“‘God’ is a little excessive, Maisie,” he says, amused. I can tell he knows I’m a virgin—nobody else would have that kind of reaction to a cock. But it only makes it stiffen even more, leaving it erect and alert for me. “Now, what do we say to Master?”

The words come to me before I can even form them in my mind, pure, raw instinct. “Please, Master,” I say, my tone begging, “fuck me. I want to feel whole with you inside me, Master.” Is this even me talking? I’ve hardly even had a boyfriend, much less...whatever I just asked Lord Alastair! But something about him is so overwhelming I just can’t help it.

He reaches down and wraps a hand around the back of my neck, guiding me to push myself up a few rungs on the ladder to his height. “Good girl,” he says in a dark husk, and as my wet pussy radiates heat, I feel his crown at my lips, and he pushes in.

“Ohhh!” I gasp, a stifled yelp as he covers my mouth with his hand, pressing my head against the rungs of the ladder.

“Shush, darling,” he coos, “I’ll tell you when you can speak.”

I draw in a sharp breath as he pushes himself into me, and it’s unlike anything I could have expected. His shaft is hard and hot, and my heat mixes with his deliciously inside my pussy. I’m so tight around him I’m worried it won’t all fit, but I’m so slick with honey that my whole body seems to welcome him in.

I never thought I would need this, but as he penetrates me to the hilt, I realize that I do. I’m hypnotized by his gaze as my eyes watch his. I think I should close them—that’s what they do in the movies, right? But I’m held in place by his eyes, and I wonder if he really is some kind of unearthly being, so powerful is his hold on me.

“I knew you would be tight around me, darling,” he growls as he starts to grind into me, gently at first, his bulging, needy crown feeling every inch of my insides, touching parts of me my fingers would never reach, “but I didn’t think you’d be quite so...fitting,” he says, and I can feel a shudder of pleasure ripple through him as he starts to pick up a rhythm move in and out of me.

The idea that I could have this effect on him makes my heart want to swell out of my chest. That this towering, powerful man could be so turned on by some maid? A servant? But I’m so much more than that, something in me tells me, the same something that spurred me on to bend to the will of my lust so easily. It’s an intoxicating feeling.

I was always told that your first time was supposed to hurt, but Lord Alastair doesn’t feel like that. It’s frightening, having something so huge and throbbing inside of me, but the way he moves is firm and practiced, striking parts of me that have always been begging to be struck, if only I’d been in touch with my body. Nothing like the pain I’ve heard about.

It feels right.

Up on the ladder, I can let myself bounce on his cock, and it doesn’t take me long to start to match his steady rhythm, pushing his cock deeper and deeper within me. I need him. I need this. This virile example of masculinity is utter perfection, his body rippling with power and energy, his musk like a drug I can’t get enough of.

“Sing for me, darling,” he commands, removing his hand from my lips to hold my wrists behind my back on the ladder, pinning me against it with his bulging spear. At his command, I let little moaning gasps escape me as my mouth hangs open. As he hears me, his cock swells, and I feel precum wetting my insides.

I feel electricity at my nipples, and I look down to realize his mouth has gone to them, teeth grazing against them as he pounds fiercely into me, his cock arching up and striking the innermost walls of my pussy.

Suddenly, as suddenly as Lord Alastair swept me into this library, I feel heat rising up in me like a geyser, and I arch my back as I realize he’s bucking against what must be my g-spot. My orgasm hits me, hard, and I let out a loud cry that echoes in the huge library. That only makes him fuck me harder, more fiercely, his torturous rhythm exciting that same spot gloriously and making the waterfall of ecstasy wash through me over and over again.

My cries fill the room like music as he torments my breasts, his tongue washing over my nipples and teeth gently biting at them. I want to squirm away, but I have nowhere to go—I’m utterly in his grasp.

“You’re uncivilized, darling,” he says into my ear as he pants, his massive cock swelling and thrusting into me with renewed vigor. “You’ve known from the moment you walked into my ancient halls that you’re in over your head. A commoner. A maid.” He runs a hand down my back, nails scratching into me as he does, marking me as I let out a gasp. I’m too overwhelmed by the sensation and passion to protest.

“If you want to prove yourself to me, darling,” he growls, more fierce and sinister now, “you’ve got to work for it.”

I have no idea what to do, my mind a haze of pleasure and fear all wrapped into one in Lord Alastair’s grasp. Should I arch my back, clench, scratch his back? But even as I wonder, he just seems to be able to guide my hips around to let his cock deep into my pussy harder and faster and with such blissfully precise thrusts that I feel like I’ve been doing this for years.

Yet I feel the need to please him, to let him have more of me, somehow, anyway I can, and so the words spill out of my mouth without hesitation:

“Come inside me, Master!”