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Title: The Household Spittoon

Okay, so full disclosure, I’m literally dripping on the hardwood floor right now. No cap. Hi, I’m Elara Vance, 37, former housewife, current…well, the media calls me the “Household Spittoon.” Iconic, right? Sheesh. Let me spill the tea on how I went from PTA meetings to being the free-use pussy at my own family’s Fourth of July BBQ.

So, I caught my husband, Gregory—he’s 62, btw, a whole sugar daddy situation—banging his new “assistant,” Chloe. She’s 18, a total sweetheart, which is the worst part. Anyway, Greg took everything—my clothes, my iconic Audi, my dignity—the whole “remove the legacy” glow down. Now I’m just…this. Fully naked, 24/7. My own son, Liam—he’s 18, same as Chloe, they had a whole childhood crush thing—looks at me like I’m trash. And I kind of am.

So right now, I’m trying to tell my step-brother’s friend, Mark, this story, but Liam is behind me, his dick buried so deep in my cunt I can feel it in my throat. Oof. Aah! See? Just like that. He’s…god, he’s pounding me, no lube, just my own pathetic wetness. He never kisses me. He just…Mmm…spits in my mouth when he wants to. Calls me the Spittoon. It’s my name now.

My daughter, Sophia, is over there with Chloe, sipping champagne. She’s 16 and already knows the deal. She told me yesterday, “You’re not my mom, you’re the house slave. A warning.” Big yikes. But she’s not wrong. I pull pranks on Liam now—like, last week I sucked him off under a restaurant table while he was trying to close a deal for Greg—just to see his angry face. And then he drags me to a storage room and…Aah! Fuck! Right there, Liam, you motherf—SMACK! Okay, okay! He just slapped my face so hard my ears are ringing. He’s cumming inside me now, grinding his cock against my cervix. I can feel it pulsing. He’s pulling out, and…yep, he’s wiping his cum all over my face, marking his property. So fucking degrading. And I’m just lying here, pussy throbbing, addicted to this rough, hateful sex.

Greg just walked by with Chloe on his arm. He looked at me, a heap of used goods on the floor, and hocked a loogie right into my open mouth. “Still thirsty at your age, Spittoon?” he laughed. I swallowed it, grinned up at him, and was like, “You know it, old man. This Spittoon’s always open for business.” Mood. Now, Mark…where was I? Oh right. You wanna use me while you wait for Chloe? My pussy’s free and…oh, fuck, yes, just like that.