Hello everyone, now that I have your attention, let me assure you that my situation isn't as dire as the title makes it out to be. On the first point, it's true that I am single, but is that really an issue? On the second point, I am still waiting a bit before taking an actual tests, but considering what I did, there's a good chance it'll be positive. On the third point, so far so good. In conclusion, the title is a complete click bait (I am not sorry).

Alright, why am I making this post, with that title, if it's mostly a sham? The reason being that it could have happened.

Single

For those who don't know, last fall I started a relationship with a guy. Yes, a real boyfriend, that I was taking seriously enough to go exclusive and monogamous with (at least at first). For better or worse, that didn't pan out and he broke it off. That was towards the end of October. Quickly after that, I went back to my previous outlets for my carnal needs, then came the holidays and the new year.

As the new year dawned, I wanted to increase my sluttyness a bit. Despite the nice thing I had going on with my aforementioned outlets, I felt like I was in a rut. Every week I'd call up someone, arrange an evening, have my fun, go home, rinse and repeat. Also, considering the elephant in the room (COVID), I had trouble coming up with something more exciting since bar hookup and more spontaneous outlets weren't really available. What did I do?

At the start of January, I put in place some kind of free use agreement with my fuck-buddies. My objective was to bring back that spontaneity and randomness in my encounters a bit. What I did was give out the spare key to my place to one of them (Jay), with the instructions that I would be free use to whomever held the key and that the key should travel (hopefully in-between every encounter). For what it's worth, it worked quite well. I average one or two visits a week, rarely the same guy twice, and I even had a few one-off encounters with guys I had never sleep with.

All in all, being single isn't so bad, right?

Pregnant

If the previous section fits the slut part of SSC, this one is the stupid. There were a few weeks at the start of February where I didn't touch Reddit (on this account). I came back on the 14 (for no particular reason, obviously), and talking to someone here, it took but two days to be convinced to do something drastically stupid. As you can guess, on the 16 I gave in and decided to stop using my contraceptive and got rid of the remainder of my current prescription, which was the last two weeks of the cycle.

From that moment, without telling anyone, I continued on having unprotected sex (truly, in a matter of speaking) with these men, receiving creampie more often then not and losing my mind every single time. Actually, as the first load filled my pussy, I had this single feeling of loathing directed at myself for how stupid I was acting. The feeling subsided as time went on and the creampie count kept getting higher, but the last weeks were needlessly stressful nonetheless because of that.

Of course, I live in a place where abortion is legal and isn't exorbitantly expensive. In the end, next month I take a pregnancy test whatever symptoms I might or might not display and if it's positive, the abortion is the first thing on my to do list after getting back on the pill.

Unemployed

This one is both related and unrelated to sex and SSC.

Unrelated to SSC but clearly didn't help with the stress caused by my stupid decision above, I was put into a difficult position at my job. Long story short, one of the higher exec at my job gets a request from an important client. He forwards it to my team for some reason despite the request being tangential (at best) to what we do. We look at it and conclude that we're not the right team for the job. We explain that to our supervisor which was supposed to explain that to the exec. Supposedly he did, but next thing I know I am being pulled into an online meeting with him, the exec, and three representatives from the client. What was supposed to be an hour long meeting to discuss how we (the company) was supposed to fulfill the request was ended after 10 minutes following me throwing the exec under the bus for his mismanagement in front the clients. A week later, I still have no news, so I guess that's good.

Now, how does my job fits into SSC? Just keep reading.

With the COVID restriction slowly being lifted, some of Jay's friends decided to throw a party. A normal house party between friends until the house is full. Evidently, Jay invited me to tag along as a compromise to my request for him to set me up with another gangbang (breeding gangbang? Yes, that's what I originally planned).

Of course, this was an opportunity for me to be daring once again. I dugged through my whoredrobe and fished out some stuff I hadn't had a reason to wear for a while. Picture this if you can; sheer top with a lacy bra (and matching thong), thigh high black socks, mini skirt and a few other accessories for the perfect slutty goth look that leaves nothing to the imagination.

First stop is Jay's place to meetup with him. As soon as I get inside, the sexual tension is through the roof. Barely the time to settle my stuff down that we're feeling each other up in the kitchen, kissing, my hands undoing his pants, his underneath my skirt and grabbing handful of my ass. Fast forward half an hour later and I am already dishevelled, if you catch my meaning. We clean up and finally make our way to the party.

We get to the place, which is in the middle of nowhere, and get inside. There are a few people already and I recognize a few of them from previous encounters, some of which sexual in nature, some not and the rest are complete strangers. Maybe they could have guessed that I was Jay's girlfriend if it wasn't for one of the boys who gangbanged me kissing me right on the lips and feeling me up in front of everyone as Jay and myself were doing our introductory run. The sexual tension runs high between a few of them and myself.

Some time passes without anything of note happening, normal party stuff. I am not uncomfortable by my overt sluttyness or the remarks because either the people at the party have seen worse out of me, or they are mostly strangers. That is, until I see them. How does the party relates to my job? Cause one of my coworker (CW) and his girlfriend show up! Queue the montage of me remembering the social web linking Jay to them. Not that they are friends and hang out on the regular, but six degree of separation and all (Jay used to deal to her friend group in high-school). Not yesterday CW and I were both in a meeting together, professional talks and attire. Now, he seems me half naked with some of the guys constantly making not-so-subtle references to our previous encounters.

For reference, that is awkward and terrifying for me. These are two completely different world I would take great care to cross between. Anyway, cat's out of the bag now.

As awkward as it is, the party carries on, I drink and smoke and bit. The boys are still on my case, which I don't mind, I actually need the distraction. Eventually, I passes along that I "need something from my stuff" which is in a guess bedroom on the second floor (a girl's room). Again, not-so-subtly, one of the boys tags along. We fuck. Nothing grandiose, but in my mindfuck, I hate to say that I love it. I hike my skirt up and push my panties aside, he drops his pants, and he fucks me on the bed side before filling me up with my second creampie of the evening. He insist I clean him up with my mouth, and I do. He leaves me "cause people will know if we're seen together" (dumb-ass, I don't even know what he was thinking). In any case, I take my time to clean myself up before making my way back. Of course everybody knows. The looks I get are more than enough even if everyone are either too shy to comment.

At this point, Jay is nowhere to be seen. CW and a few others I don't know are playing a board game. I mingle and talk a bit, but there's something unsettling about being freshly fucked and scantily clad while making small talk about the job with CW, his girlfriend and few other who are somewhat inquisitive about how I made my way to this party. Eventually, I leave them to go find Jay.

Of course he's in the basement with the boys smoking and playing Smash Bros. Of course the other guy is there and has told everyone of our encounter. Of course most looks at me with lust. Of course, they are stoned and/or drunk enough to openly talk about fucking me. Of course they setup some kind of "seven minutes in heaven" type deal for the winner. Of course I go along with. Of course they ask for blowjobs, to play with my tits, for me to get naked, to smoke and to drink with the rest of them. Of course some leave due to being uncomfortable at the ramp up. Of course the whole party ends up knowing. Of course curious eyes from above make they way to see either Jay's friend, CW's coworker, or that weird girl giving a sloppy blowjob next to the water heater. Of course I feel both extreme shame and excitement. Of course CW finally gets down to check on the ruckus. Of course he sees me half naked, cum on my face and clothes. Of course the boys and I get kicked out of the party by the owners who thought we had gone way too far (they were mostly angry we fucked in their daughter's room). Of course I feel bad about all of that. Of course I break down crying and screaming about being pregnant in the middle of going I don't know where cause I am way too fucked up. Of course they don't know what the fuck I am talking about but laugh at me anyway.

We finally get to this place not too far from the original party. I figure out that it's the house of one of the boys. In an moment of dubious consent (at best), they change my mind on things by running a train on me. I dissociate, hard, and the whole thing is a blur of cock, cum and tears. It's a sloppy mess. When everyone has their fill (especially me), Jay and I retire in a room alone. He fucks me one last time, it feels cruel of him, but I guess he didn't realize how fucked up I was.

This morning, I woke up with the worse hangover in a very long time. My whole body hurts. Even after the boys and I looked everywhere, only a single sock remains of my outfit (we think some of it might have stayed behind), so I had to borrow clothes from the host. I have been home for a while now, binge eating hangover food, writing this, and touching myself.

As I said earlier, I hate that I loved every minute of it. I also don't know what the hell will happen Monday morning.

Monday edit:

I opted to take the bull by the horns concerning my coworker. I asked him for a short one on one meeting this morning so that we could talk about the elephant in the room. I ended up telling him something along the line of; what he saw is part of my personal life and sex life, that I know and understand that it's unconventional, but that's who I am outside of work, he's free to think and feel whatever he wants towards that, but that I hoped this wouldn't impact our relationship. He didn't ask any questions or voiced any harsh opinion on what happened, basically just commented that he was surprised to see this side of myself.

For myself, this cleared the air quite a bit.