Three Weeks Late: Could I Be Pregnant?

I didn’t realize I was three weeks late until I looked at the calendar.

You know me, I’m always so busy.  Between working two jobs, going to the gym, dating, masturbating – I mean, who has time to pay attention to what day it even is?  I like to live in the moment.  Enjoy every second that I have.  No need to think about dates or time, I’m all for the present.  Except for when I noticed I hadn’t gotten my period in a while.  In fact, it was more than a while.  Holy shit, I was three weeks late!

I was out having dinner with my girlfriend last night.  Like most girls, we went to the bathroom together.  I finished peeing and was washing my hands.  In the stall behind me, she announced that she had unexpectedly gotten her period.  Of course, she hadn’t come prepared and asked if I could lend her a tampon.  Since I always carry one in my purse, I was happy to help her out.  But as I slipped it under the stall door, I realized I hadn’t used a tampon in quite a while.  Well over a month, I realized.  I opened up the calendar app on my phone.  That’s when I found out I was three weeks late.

I did a quick calculation in my head.

If I’m three weeks late, that would mean I was extra fertile about five weeks ago.  As much as I love being a naughty slut, it does make it hard to remember who I was fucking around the time I was ovulating.  I tried to go back in time.  Was it Mark?  Chris?  Derek?  Whose strong sperm filled me up and made me three weeks late?

Once I got home, I hopped up on my bed to peruse my text messages from that time.  Almost immediately, I was able to narrow it down to a handful of different guys.  But a few of them probably weren’t going to be happy that I was three weeks late.  I decided I should tell my boss first.  I’m obsessed with my boss’ big cock.  And when he got a big promotion last month, I was working late in the office when he came back drunk after a celebratory dinner.  Certainly, I couldn’t resist him when he kissed me, even though his wife was waiting at home.  I wasn’t going to say no when he pulled my panties down.  And I definitely wasn’t stopping him when he stuck his big hard dick inside of me and filled me with cum.  Was he the reason I was three weeks late?

Could it have been my stepbrother?  He was only in town for one night last month.  But of course, he stayed with me.  I hadn’t seen him since the holidays.  So we spent his one free night in the city fucking in every corner of my apartment.  And he had put plenty of big giant loads in me that weekend.  Had he gotten me pregnant?

I needed to figure out which guy could be the reason I was three weeks late.

So I decided the best plan of action was to just send the same text to all the guys I’d fucked during my fertile period.  Really any of them could be my baby’s dad, right?  I let my mind wander thinking about a baby growing in my belly as I ran a finger over my stomach.  Even though I was only three weeks late, I swear I could feel my belly getting bigger already!  Would it be a boy or a girl?  I decided I better send the text before I got cold feet.

Hey babe, I wrote.  Remember that super sexy night we had together last month?  Well, I’m three weeks late…Maybe we should talk?

After I hit send, I leaned back against my pillow.  Maybe being pregnant was why I was so horny.  I slid my black lace thong down around my ankles and began to rub my clit.  Then I pressed my fingertip into my wet hole.  Soon, I was rocking my hips against my hand, my pussy aching for an orgasm.  Then I felt my body convulse.  And my pussy clenched tightly against my finger as I let out a moan.  When my phone started dinging with text notifications in response to my message, I pulled my hand up to grab it.  And that’s when I saw the sticky red substance all over my finger.  Oops, I guess I wasn’t three weeks late anymore…

Maybe it’s time for you to impregnate me?  I’m feeling extra fertile again!

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