My Steamy Story: Fully naked Wife narrates story describe...

My Story Time:

Okay, so I'm just gonna spill the tea, no cap. My name is Annabelle, but everyone calls me 'Crusty' now. Iconic, right? So, I'm at this 'family gathering', which is just me, fully naked, my pussy literally dripping because it’s been, like, ten whole minutes without a dick in it, and I’m trying to tell my story to this new guy, Mr. Henderson.

"So, yeah," I start, leaning against the kitchen island, "My husband, Gregory—he's 62, by the way, I was 18 when we—Ooh!" My eldest, Liam, who is 19, just reached around from behind me and pinched my nipple hard, twisting it. A thick stream of milk shot right into the glass my daughter, Chloe, was holding. "See? That's what I mean. He said I was 'too old' at 37, even though I look your age, bestie. So he took all my clothes and... Mmm, Liam, baby, that hurts so good..."

Liam just grunts, biting my other nipple, his teeth leaving marks as he drinks. "Shut up, Crusty," he says, his voice muffled against my tit. "Nobody wants your life story." He slaps my ass, the sting making me gasp. "Just tell him how many times I've creampied you this week."

I giggle, my mind totally fried from the constant fucking. "He's not wrong! This motherfucker here has filled my cunt at least twice a day since—Aah!" He slaps me right across the face for calling him that. My cheek burns, but it just makes my pussy clench around nothing, aching.

I turn back to a wide-eyed Mr. Henderson, my lip throbbing. "So, anyway, Gregory divorced me for being a slut, which is hilarious because he’s the one who told me to get pregnant by Liam and his friends to keep my milk flowing. The irony is not lost on me, period." Chloe, my 16-year-old, slaps my other ass cheek, making me jump.

"Stop calling him Gregory, Crusty," she sneers. "You're not his wife. You're the household milk cow and sex slave. Learn your place so I don't end up like you when I'm 'old'." She gives my breast a vicious squeeze, more milk dribbling out.

Liam leans in, his breath hot on my ear. "You're meeting me in my room after this. I'm gonna choke you out while I fuck that addict cunt. Got it?"

I just moan, my hips rocking back against nothing. "Yes, sir. Bet." I look at Mr. Henderson, my vision blurry with need. "So, that's the tea. I'm just the free-use crusty old cum dump now. Any questions?"