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

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Okay, so, you wanna know how I ended up here, getting railed by my own son while my ex-husband and his teenage girlfriend make out on the couch? Buckle up, bestie. The tea is piping hot and my pussy is currently full of it, so I’ll try to spit it out between his thrusts.

My name was Eleanor. I was Mrs. Eleanor Vance, the perfect stay-at-home wife to my husband, Marcus, who’s, like, twenty years older than me. I married him right out of high school, no cap. We had a whole gaggle of kids—my oldest, Liam, is 19, so yeah, do the math, I’m 37. But I look 18, period. It’s my thing. Baby face, tight body, the whole package. We were happy. Or so I thought.

I even played matchmaker for my son Liam and his childhood friend, Chloe. She was always over. I’d be like, “When are you two gonna make it official, future daughter-in-law?” Total main character energy, right? Wrong.

I found the texts. Marcus and Chloe. She’s 18, still in high school. I confronted him in our bedroom, totally naked cause I’d just showered. He didn’t even yell. He just looked at me with this cold smile and said, “You’re too old for me now, Eleanor. Chronologically. A used-up relic.” Then he took my robe, the clothes laid out on the bed, everything. Walked to my closet and started bagging it all. He donated my entire wardrobe to some fetish auction. I was just… standing there, my tits out, pussy bare, completely shook.

He said, “From now on, you’re ‘Relic.’ That’s your name. Your only purpose is to stay pregnant and make milk for the household.” Then he called Liam in. OMG. My own son looked at my naked body with pure disgust… and hunger. Marcus told him, “She’s yours to use. Make sure you cum inside her. We need her lactating.”

So that’s how I became Relic. Liam didn’t hesitate. He slapped me across the face—smack—so hard my head rocked back. “On your knees, Relic,” he snarled. I was crying, but I got down. He shoved his dick in my mouth, fucking my throat rough, choking me on it. I gagged, tears streaming. He came down my throat, made me swallow, then bent me over the bed and rammed his cock into my dry pussy. No lube, just pain. He fucked me like he hated me, slapping my ass, twisting my nipples, biting them until I screamed. He came deep inside me, then pulled out and slapped me again. “Pathetic Relic,” he spat.

That was just the beginning. Now, I live here, always naked. Marcus divorced me, out of disgust for me fucking other men… the men he ordered me to fuck. The irony is not lost on me, sheesh. He only fucks Chloe now. They’re in love, it’s actually kinda sweet in a totally fucked up way. I hear them moaning “I love you” to each other all the time. Chloe’s actually nice to me. She mouths “sorry” sometimes when Marcus is pounding her right in front of me.

My job is to be the household milk machine. Liam and his friends fuck me daily, always rough, always creampie. They drink my breast milk straight from my nipples during sex, like a fucking refreshment. It keeps me pregnant, which keeps the milk flowing. I’m just a vessel.

At first, I fought it. I tried to stay quiet when they fucked me. But the slaps… they make me moan. And now? Ooh, fuck… Liam’s hitting that spot… Aah! …Now? Now my mind’s broken. I’m addicted. I need a cock in me at all times. I’ll do cheeky shit to get it, too. Like, I’ll sneak under the table while Liam’s gaming with his friends and start sucking his dick. He’ll try to play it cool, but his voice gets all shaky. Then he’ll drag me to another room, slap me, and fuck me senseless for embarrassing him. After he cums, he rubs his dick all over my face to mark me, then smack, another slap.

Chloe’s pregnant with Marcus’s baby. I’m pregnant too, probably with Liam’s. We’re due around the same time. Her pregnancy is a celebration. Mine is just… maintenance. Marcus is kinder to me now, thanks to Chloe. We can talk like friends again. I even joke about my name. I’ll be leaking cum from my used pussy and say, “Guess this Relic still has some good parts, huh?” and he’ll actually laugh.

But this… this is my happy ending. Being used. Being filled. The pain, the slaps, the thick cum shooting inside me… it’s all I think about. It drowns out everything else. So yeah, that’s my story. Now, who’s next? This Relic’s holes are always open for business. Just don’t forget to slap me when you’re done.