Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

At last he stopped and put the guitar aside, casting his gaze her way as he if he knew she’d been watching all that time. His blue eyes ran up and down her figure, able to see her areolas through that white, slinky dress.

“Where’s the rest of it?” he asked curtly, his voice rough and impatient.

She started as he spoke, straightening up and glancing behind her to the door she’d just come through.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” she said nervously. “It’s just... my clothes? Where are they?” She didn’t know why she was so nervous. She’d hoped to be able to fuck him for so long, but dressing in such revealing cloth

ing, clothing that wasn’t hers, it made her feel more uncertain.

“I gave you better clothes,” he stated bluntly. “Why the fuck would you want the other stuff back?” He sounded impatient with her, and got up from his seat, going over to one of the stands and pouring himself up a drink into a tumbler. He took a sip then looked her over, “You tellin’ me you came all the fuckin’ way out here just to get hung up about some stupid shit you brought with you?”

He was so crass, so rude, but damn he looked good. His hard body on such display, those tight jeans hugging his firm thighs, his round package, dipping low to show the dark hairs that pointed towards his manhood.

She caught herself staring as she took a step back, towards her room. She felt like such an idiot. A confused little girl, and not the badass sex bomb she pretended to be.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you,” she said as she went back into her room fully, reaching for one of the gold chains and wrapping the long strand about her waist.

She then repeated it along her limbs, her throat, before stepping into the heels. Though she couldn’t stop blushing, feeling so stupid in front of her crush.

When she came back into the room she found him pouring another drink. He cast a look her way, noting the gold chains back upon her.

“That’s better,” he stated a bit gruffly, leaning his tight, round ass back against the dresser behind him and sliding a hand down over his rocky abs. “Did you take the pill I left you at least?” he asked, and then very unceremoniously undid the top button of his jeans. She couldn't see anything but for the way he slid his fingers down into the gap so lewdly.

It distracted her from his question for a second and she had to force her mind free of thoughts of him unzipping his pants further. At what he’d look like. Smell like. Taste like.

She licked over her lips and forced her eyes away as she finally nodded.

“Yea, but, like, it hasn’t kicked in yet,” she said confidently. “I took it before my bath.”

“It’s not that kinda pill,” he said to her downing some more of his rum before he jerked his head in a ‘come here’ gesture. “Take ‘em twice a day while you’re here, got it?” He instructed as he looked her up and down, “Unless you want me to bring in some other fan who’s willing to have some real fun.”

“Real fun?” she asked, tilting her head to the side as she walked towards him. “What’s it, like... vitamins?” A teasing grin warped her lips as she bit down on the corner of them seductively.

“Somethin’ like that,” he said, sizing her up with such casual interest as she got up close to him. “They’re good for a woman like you,” he said of the younger woman, pulling his hand from his pants and casually reaching out to lightly squeeze her breast through her top, and sink his thumb into that fleshy mound.

She couldn’t help how broad her smile was, how thrilled she was at his touch. Sure she’d understood all the signs, of her being put in a room next to his, of being forced to dress in such revealing clothes, of being so controlled by the domineering rock star.

Feeling his hand on her, though, was completely different.

“You’re not on the pill are you?” he asked, so bluntly. “IUD? Anythin’ like that?”

He’d asked her that stuff before he invited her along, and she’d answered him then, but she figured he was being safe.

She shook her head no. She had problems with those types of birth control and always relied on condoms to keep her safe.

“Good,” he said simply, rolling his thumb over her growing nipple, teasing that stiff little nub through the thin, see-through fabric of her white dress. “Can’t stand fuckin’ broads with that stuff,” he said, finishing his drink and laying the tumbler down on the stand beside him.

Then, her rockstar crush did such a lewd thing, and he reached his free hand down, popping open another button, then another, tugging down his pants to free that thick, long cock of his. She could see immediately that it wasn’t even fully hard yet, but it was immense. Bigger than any she’d ever seen, and he was exposing it to her right before her eyes. Even the two heavy cum-laden balls beneath.

“On your knees and suck it,” he commanded her.

She wasn’t expecting it to happen like that. She didn’t know what she did expect to happen, but not that.

The God she’d worshipped for so long, the man she thought understood her soul, commanding her so forcefully.

And yet stranger still was how obedient she was about it. She’d lusted for him for so long that she couldn’t resist dropping down, staring right at his cock with such a curious hunger. Her friends would never believe her!

Her mouth opened as her hand gripped the base of his thickening shaft, holding him tight in her fingers. Her tongue poked out, tasting his masculine musk with such relish. Her cunny was throbbing so hard as she went down the length of his shaft, suckling him so eagerly.