Weeks of searching and degradation

Every night I had free I was there in the alley. I wasn’t whore or a prostitute, I wasn’t charging anyone. I swear I knew how that one cock felt in my mouth, but none of the men I blew filled me just the way he did. Though this wasn’t just a search for the father, there were plenty of repeats, men I already knew weren’t the father. But I still wanted to be used, I loved the attention, I loved all the sensations, and I loved how I was able to actually please all those men.

Some nights it was just one guy and other nights there were groups. The weeks began to pass and still I couldn’t find that cock. But something was changing, my belly was starting to be obvious as my pregnancy hit 4 months.

I wasn’t sure what I was going to do but I began looking into every option from keeping the baby to finding a good family to adopt the baby. The weeks flew by and soon everyone knew by looking at me that I was pregnant.

But in the alley that wasn’t an issue. I was now calling off work often, and no one questioned me, they all assumed I was simply not feeling great due to the pregnancy. Instead of being at home, I was being fucked in public! In that space I somehow felt more than just a slut, I felt like a fertility goddess, there was an euphoric feeling I got whenever I made a man cum, and of course I was more than repaid with my own orgasms.

“Yes!!! Keep filling that slutty pussy with cum!” I wailed at 3pm on a Tuesday as I bounced on yet another stranger’s black cock. I was stark naked and as that man got up he was replaced by another who lifted me up and pushed into my asshole which had already been fucked twice that day. “Jesus, you’re fucking nasty!!” The man said and he was right but I loved that he was right “That’s right, I’m a nasty pregnant slut who loves black cock in my ass!!” I groaned as my pussy gushed a mixture of my juices and jizz down my legs. I loved looking down and seeing my swollen tits bounce, and I imagined just how big they would be by the end of the 9 months. Another few hours of public debauchery passed and once again I was on my way home.

Once home that night, I looked at myself in the mirror. “I gave up my marriage for black cock” I said to myself and focusing at my belly I never felt so sexy before but I also felt utterly fucked up. I would soon be a mother and this lifestyle would have to stop if I do keep the baby. But that was the thought that made up my mind and I completed my application to put my future child up for adoption. I was an addict and I knew it, I couldn’t ever go back to a life where my top priority was not to be satisfied, and I knew the only thing that could do that was BBC.