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

My Story Time:

Alright bestie, I need to spill the tea on the absolute dumpster fire that is my life right now. It all went down after I caught my husband, Michael, who’s like 52 by the way—I’m 37 but look 18, no cap—fucking our 18-year-old neighbor, Chloe. The same Chloe I used to call my “future daughter-in-law” for my son, Jake. Iconic, right?

So I confronted him, and he was like, “You’re too old, Eleanor. Chronologically.” The audacity, AF. Then he just… took everything. I was coming out of the shower, and he had my entire wardrobe in a pile. He just looked at my naked body and said, “From now on, this is all you need. We’re calling you ‘Leftovers’.” And then he burned it all. My name is just… gone. I’m “Leftovers” to everyone now, even my own kids. Jake stopped calling me mom that second.

The next part is where I low-key lost my mind. Minutes after I’m standing there, bare as the day I was born, Jake walks in. He just stares at my pussy, my tits—still lactating from our toddler, btw—and his face goes all cold. No words. He just slaps me across the face, HARD. I gasped, and he shoved me against the wall, yanking my hair back. “Open your mouth, Leftovers,” he grunted, and I felt his cock, already rock hard, slam into my throat. I was gagging, tears in my eyes, trying to process that my own son’s dick was choking me. He fucked my throat like he hated me, and when he came, he made me swallow every drop. Then he pulled out, turned me around, and without any lube, just rammed his cock into my dry pussy from behind. It hurt so bad, but then… a sick, twisted pleasure started to burn through me. He was slapping my ass, biting my nipples until I screamed, and I felt my milk start to leak. He sucked it right off my tit while he kept pounding my cunt. “You’re just a fucking milk cow now,” he snarled, and then he came deep inside me, filling my womb. He finished by rubbing his messy dick all over my face and then slapped me again so hard I fell to the floor.

And that was just the first time. Now it’s a daily thing. Michael watches sometimes while he’s fucking Chloe on the couch, telling her he loves her. He had this whole private party where a bunch of his friends spit-roasted me—one dick in my throat, another in my pussy, taking turns creampieing me while they drank my breast milk straight from the tap. I’m just… “Leftovers.” A worn-out, used-up thing they all fuck and milk. But sheesh… the fucked-up part? My body betrayed me. I’m addicted. I crave the slaps, the choking, the feeling of being stuffed full of cum. I’ll do anything to get that feeling again. My mind is totally broken. Period.