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

My Story Time:

Okay, so… let me try to get this all out before… oh, fuck. Right there, Liam. Don’t stop.

So, hi. I’m Lila. Well, I was Lila. Mr. Harrington—sorry, my husband, Marcus—he’s 52, by the way… he calls me “Spoilage” now. Yeah. Like I’m expired milk. Ironic, right? Since he only keeps me around to, you know… produce milk. And to get fucked.

It all started after I caught him with Chloe. She’s 18, my son Ethan’s childhood sweetheart. I used to joke she’d be my daughter-in-law. Joke’s on me, bestie. Marcus was like, “You’re 37, Lila. You’re too old.” And I’m just standing there, looking 18, breastfeeding our toddler. He waited till I got out of the shower, took every stitch of clothing—even the towel—and burned it all in the yard. Said, “From now on, this is all you’re good for.” And he meant it.

So now I’m just… Spoilage. Always naked. The moment the clothes were gone, my own sons… God, Ethan and his brother Liam… they just looked at me differently. No more “Mom.” Liam was the first. Slapped me right across the face, called me Spoilage, and shoved his cock into my pussy right there on the kitchen floor. It was so rough, I tried not to moan, but he just hit me again, choking me until I screamed. He came inside me, of course. They always do. Gotta keep me pregnant, gotta keep the milk flowing.

Marcus watches it all while fucking Chloe on the couch. They’re in love, it’s so gross and sweet it makes me sick. But then… ugh, I don’t know when it happened, but my mind just… broke. Now? All I think about is cock. Semen. Being used. I’m totally addicted. So I started pulling pranks again. Last week, I went to Liam’s college debate. Walked right up on stage, fully naked, dropped to my knees, and started sucking his dick while he was trying to argue about tax reform. The look on his face… iconic. He tried to keep talking, but his voice cracked. After, he dragged me backstage, slapped me so hard I saw stars, and fucked my throat and my pussy raw. Came in both. Then he wiped his messy cock all over my face and slapped me again. “That’s for humiliating me, Spoilage.”

And I just… I loved it. I crave it. I beg to sleep in his bed just for the warmth, and I wake him up with my mouth. As a thank you. He fucks me in his sleep, his cock just… nestled inside me, drinking my milk. It’s all I have now.

Marcus divorced me out of “disgust” for fucking other men… men he ordered me to fuck. The irony is not lost on me. But Chloe, sweet Chloe, she mouthed ‘sorry’ to me while Marcus was pounding her. She got him to be… nicer. Now we have family game nights. I sit there naked, they fondle my tits and drink my milk straight from the tap, the boys brag about how many times they’ve creampied me, and I make fucking jokes about it. “What’s the difference between me and this Monopoly board?” I’ll say. “The board gets more clothes!” …It’s a work in progress.

We’re both pregnant now, me and Chloe. Her belly is full of Marcus’s love baby. Mine… is just a means to an end. A milk factory. And you know what? I’m okay with it. As long as I have a cock in my mouth, a cock in my cunt, and the taste of cum down my throat… I don’t have to think about a thing. So… who’s next?