No one told me I was going to be so fucking horny when I was pregnant. I stood in front of the mirror, my belly bigger than ever. I knew there were stretch marks and I hated the thought of it and what I would look like when all of this was over. The father of the babies had no idea he was going to be a dad. We were fuck buddies and nothing more. I couldn't bring myself to tell him that I was pregnant, not that he was talking to me. He had cut me off from his dick without warning. I hadn't been able to figure out why. Maybe it was because I was crazy. I knew that I was, I simply couldn't stop being me.
At first, I'd been scared that I wouldn't be horny anymore while I was pregnant but as time went on I realized that I was hornier than ever, except now I was pregnant and I was worried that there wouldn't be men who wanted to fuck me. I knew I was pretty, normally. Now, I was something else. I was a bloated mess of horniness, wandering through day after day searching for a cock that didn't mind that I was carrying two little lives inside of me.
I started fucking my boss, who was married. He was the kind of man that seemed to understand that I was still a woman with needs and that my pussy hadn't stopped working just because I was pregnant. He put me up in an apartment and when he was there, fucking me, I was fine. It was just all the other times that he wasn't there that I was hornier than I'd ever been in my life. I could feel the impulses to get on dating apps rising inside of me. I began to flip through pictures of guys when I saw one who was less than a mile from me. I messaged him.
"Hey! Looks like we are neighbors. We should hang out?" I sent him a face shot, hoping to get him interested. I would tell him about the babies when the time came. I just needed to get him horny and get him here where I could work my magic on him. I needed dick so badly. I could feel one of the babies kicking me from the inside.
"Yes, baby. We are going to get someone to fuck mommy. That's right," I said in a soothing mother voice to my unborn child. I felt guilty for being the kind of mother that needed sex almost more than air. These pregnancy hormones only seemed to make things worse. I had been counting on not being horny during this trying time but surprise! Life had served me up a double-batch of horniness. I had double the pregnancy hormones, and double the itch to get laid.
"I am so down," a message from the hot guy came in.
"I actually need some help with something," I texted him, knowing how men loved to rescue a girl from problems. "How far do you live from here?" I texted my address in for him. I slipped out of my shift dress and into the only piece of lingerie that still fit me. I admired myself in the mirror and shrugged. It would have to do. Just then, a message came in from the hot guy.
"I live at the same address!" he texted back.
"I'm in apartment 469."
"I'm in 462!"
"That's right down the hall!"
"Walk outside into the hallway," he typed and I agreed, forgetting that I was pregnant and that he was about to see me. I walked into the hallway and I watched as his door opened and revealed that he was tall and thin. He was young, too, much younger than me. He had a bright smile and he beamed at me, looking me over until his eyes reached my stomach and his expression changed into one of shock and surprise.
"Hi!" I waved with flirtation, hoping that he wouldn't have a problem with my pregnant belly.
"Are you? Are..." he paused, pointing at my belly. "Are you...pregnant?" he asked.
"Yes. Is that a problem?"
"N-n-n-no! NO! Of course, it's not a problem. What kind of guy do you think I am?"
"A nice one," I cooed. "You ever fucked a pregnant girl before?" I asked seductively.
"No. But I've always wanted to." I couldn't believe how many guys had said that to me since I'd been pregnant. I had thought that getting laid while pregnant would be difficult. Turns out that I was now some kind of fetish. I made men gooey inside with my pregnant belly. I was secretly happy because I needed sex and this guy was looking at me like he wanted to fuck.
"Come on over then," I beckoned him with my eyes, willing him to step into my apartment so I could swallow his cock whole. I was ravenous for sex in ways that I had never been before. Pregnancy was insane and I waited as patiently as I could for him to make his way down the hall and into my apartment. I closed the door and locked it, knowing that he was mine, at least for a few minutes.
"What's your name?" he asked me awkwardly.