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

My Story Time:

Okay, besties, gather ‘round. I’m Spilling. The. Tea. No cap. So, picture this: I’m Elara Finch, and I’m 37, but I look 18, period. My husband, Marcus Blackwood—he’s 55, for the record—just moved his new girlfriend, Chloe, who’s legit 18 and still in high school, into our bedroom. Why? Because he said I’m “too old.” The fucking irony, right?

Anyway, after I confronted them, Marcus was like, “You’re right, you are old. So you don’t need these anymore.” And then he just… took everything. I was just out of the shower, and he went into my closet and started pulling out all my clothes. Dresses, jeans, everything. I was standing there, totally naked, my pussy still damp from the shower, just… shook. He loaded it all into trash bags. “From now on,” he said, “your name is ‘Discard.’” And just like that, Elara was gone. I was just… Discard.

So here I am, fully naked, 24/7. My own sons, Liam and Noah—they’re 19 and 17—stopped calling me ‘mom’ that same day. Minutes after Marcus left with my clothes, Liam just walked up, slapped me across the face so hard my vision blurred, and growled, “On your knees, Discard.” And I… I did. I took his dick in my mouth right there in the hallway. He fucked my throat so deep I gagged, his balls slapping my chin. When he came, he pulled out and sprayed his cum all over my face. “Clean it up,” he said, and shoved his cock back in my mouth to wipe it off on my tongue. Then he slapped me again and walked away.

That was just the start. Now, my life is… a lot. I sleep in Liam’s bed most nights, but only if I let him use me first. I’ll be on my knees, begging, “Please, let me sleep in your bed, I’m so cold,” and he’ll just smirk, slap my tits, and say, “Earn it, Discard.” So I’ll suck his cock until he’s hard, then he’ll bend me over and fuck my pussy raw, slapping my ass with every thrust. He always cums inside me. They all do. Marcus wants me pregnant so I keep producing milk. Yeah, I’m still breastfeeding our toddler, so my tits are always full. Now, everyone drinks from them. Liam will be fucking me from behind and just lean down to bite my nipple and suck the milk out mid-thrust. It’s… a lot.

And the whole time, I have to watch Marcus and Chloe. They’re everywhere. On the kitchen counter, in the living room, just going at it. And they’re so… in love. He whispers how perfect she is, how young and tight her pussy is. Chloe always moans his name, not Marcus, but “Daddy.” And she’ll look at me sometimes with these sorry eyes while he’s pounding into her, like she wishes it wasn’t like this. But it is.

The worst—or maybe the best?—are the parties. Marcus hosts these private things. Chloe is the main event, treated like a princess, passed around gently by Marcus and his friends. And me? I’m the free-use side piece. Last time, I was spit-roasted for what felt like hours. One cock ramming down my throat, another pounding my pussy, a third guy slapping my tits red and twisting my nipples until I screamed. I couldn’t breathe, I was just swallowing cum and gasping, my own juices and their cum leaking down my thighs. They’d cum in my mouth, and I’d have to swallow with another dick already pushing past my lips. They’d cum in my pussy, and the next guy would just slide into the mess. I lost count. By the end, I was just a sobbing, cum-drenched mess on the floor, my body trembling, bite marks all over my tits. And across the room, Chloe was cuddled in Marcus’s lap, getting kisses, looking blissed out but clean.

Something in me broke that night. Or… woke up. Now, the rough sex, the slaps, the feeling of being utterly used… it’s all I think about. I’m addicted. I need a cock in me at all times. So I’ve started playing little… pranks. Like last week, I followed Liam to the park where he was hanging with friends. I walked up, fully naked, my pussy still dripping from getting fucked by the mailman earlier—don’t ask—and just dropped to my knees in front of him and took his soft cock into my mouth, right in front of everyone. He was trying to have a conversation and I’m just there, sucking him hard, my tongue swirling around his tip. His friends were losing it. He was so embarrassed, his face was bright red. He finally grabbed my hair, snarled, “You fucking whore,” and dragged me behind a tree. He slapped me twice, then bent me over and fucked me so hard the tree bark scraped my skin. When he came inside me, he pulled out, rubbed his dripping cock all over my face to mark me, then slapped me again. “That’s for humiliating me, Discard.”

And the fucked-up thing? I loved it. I came so hard my legs gave out. As his cum leaked out of my pussy, I just laughed. I looked up at him and said, “What, your tiny little dick that came out of my womb isn’t so tiny anymore, huh? It’s big enough to fuck your mom stupid now.” He kicked me in the thigh and walked away, but I saw him adjust his pants. He was still hard.

So yeah. That’s my life now. I’m Discard. Chloe’s pregnant with Marcus’s baby, and I’m pretty sure I’m pregnant too, probably with Liam’s. My body isn’t my own; it’s just a vessel for cum and milk. And honestly? After everything… the betrayal, the humiliation… this rough, abusive pleasure is the only thing that makes me feel anything at all. It’s all I want. So if you’ll excuse me, Noah just got home from school, and he looks like he needs to relieve some stress. I think I’ll go trip and fall on his dick. It’s the least a mother can do for her son’s needs, right?