My Steamy Story: Sex with: Multiple men and one woman ...

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Okay, bestie, I’m gonna spill the tea, no cap, but you have to understand… my brain is so fucking fried right now. I’m on my knees, my son Liam’s dick is so deep in my throat I’m gagging, and his brother Noah is just pounding my pussy from behind. Oof. I can’t even breathe. Every time I try to talk, Liam slaps my face and tells the “old whore” to shut up and swallow.

It wasn’t always like this. I was Elara Vance, happy housewife to Marcus, who’s, like, twenty years older than me. We had it all, iconic, until I caught him with Chloe, my son’s childhood crush. I was like, “BESTIE, YOU ARE DATING A TEENAGER?” And Marcus just looked at my naked body—I’d just gotten out of the shower—and was like, “You’re 37. You’re used up. Chronologically, you’re ancient.” Then he took all my clothes and burned them. Called me “Leftovers” from then on. Everyone does. Even my kids.

The first night, I had to beg Liam to let me sleep in his bed for warmth. He slapped me, said fine, but I had to earn it. He fucked me raw, choking me until I saw stars, and came inside me. Noah joined in the next morning. It’s been… months of this. They hate me, but they can’t stop using my body. I’m just “Leftovers.”

Marcus only fucks Chloe now. They’re in love, it’s disgusting. He watches the boys use me while he eats her out. He makes me get fucked by his friends at parties too, so I’ll stay pregnant and my tits will keep making milk for everyone to drink. I’m just a milk cow. A… Leftovers.

But here’s the thing… my mind broke. The constant slapping, the choking, the feeling of their cocks pumping cum deep into my womb… I’m addicted. I need it. So now, I pull pranks. Last week, I went to Liam’s college debate. Totally naked, still leaking cum from an earlier gangbang. I crawled under his podium and started sucking his cock while he tried to argue about economic policy. He was so shook, trying to stay composed. After, he dragged me to a janitor’s closet, slapped me so hard my vision blurred, fucked my ass rough, came on my face, and rubbed it in with his dick. “That’s for humiliating me, Leftovers,” he said, before slapping me again.

I just laughed. I can’t stop. My pussy drips all the time thinking about it. Marcus divorced me out of “disgust” for fucking our sons, which is the biggest joke, since he made me do it. The irony is not lost on me, period.

Now Chloe’s pregnant by Marcus, and I’m pregnant by… who even knows which son or friend it was. Our bellies are showing. She mouthed ‘sorry’ to me last night while Marcus was fucking her on the kitchen counter. I was on the floor, getting spit-roasted by two of Marcus’s business partners. They were sucking milk straight from my nipples between thrusts. I came so hard I almost blacked out.

This is my life. I’m “Leftovers.” A barefoot, naked, cum-drenched addict. And you know what? I’m finally happy. I don’t have to think about the betrayal. I just need the next cock, the next slap, the next thick load flooding my insides. It’s all I am now. Sheesh. Don’t judge. You have no idea how good it feels to finally stop thinking and just… feel.