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Title: The Old Dishrag

Okay, so, spill the tea, bestie. No cap, my life is a whole-ass telenovela. I’m Sloane, okay? Sloane Kensington. My husband, Arthur – he’s like, 62, iconic silver fox, don’t get me wrong – married me when I was freshly 18. We had our sons, Liam and Noah, and our little toddler, Ava. I looked like I was still in high school, period. I was the ultimate boujee stay-at-home wife.

Everything was fine until Arthur started fucking our son’s childhood friend, Chloe. She’s 18, still in school, and she and my son Liam had this whole unspoken love thing? I used to call her my future daughter-in-law as a joke! Big yikes, in hindsight.

So I confronted Arthur. And he was like, “You’re 37, Sloane. You’re just… old. Used up.” And I’m standing there looking like I’m 18, breastfeeding our toddler, and he tells me I’m an “Old Dishrag.” Then he made me strip. Took every stitch, even my heels, and burned it all. Said from now on, that’s my name. Everyone has to call me that. Even my kids.

The second I was naked, Liam and Noah were on me. No warning. Just… a slap across my face so hard I saw stars, and then Liam was shoving his cock into my pussy from behind while Noah forced his into my mouth. “Suck it, Dishrag,” Noah growled, grabbing my hair. They fucked me raw, right there on the floor, choking me, slapping my tits, biting my nipples until milk sprayed out. They both came inside me, filling my cunt and my throat. After, they wiped their dicks on my face and slapped me again. “That’s for being a useless old whore,” Liam spat.

Arthur just watched, his arm around Chloe, who was trying to mouth ‘sorry’ to me while he kissed her neck. He divorced me but kept me in the house. My only job now? Get knocked up to keep producing milk. So the men – my sons, their friends, Arthur’s business partners – can drink it straight from the tap during their gangbangs with me.

It broke me. And then… it didn’t. Ooh, fuck, right there, Noah! Don’t stop! Sorry, he’s fucking me while I’m telling you this. Anyway, my mind… it just rewired. Now, I need this. I crave the slaps, the choking, the feeling of being completely used. I’m their free-use Dishrag.

I even pull pranks on my sons now. Last week, I walked into the living room while Liam was on a Zoom call for school. I dropped to my knees, pulled his sweatpants down, and took his whole cock down my throat while he tried to keep a straight face. He came in my mouth, yanked me up, slapped me, bent me over the couch, and fucked my pussy raw as payback. After he came inside me again, he wiped his dick on my cheek and slapped me once more. “You’re such a fucking slut, Dishrag,” he panted.

And you know what? He’s not wrong. Arthur and Chloe are in love, they’re having a baby, and they let me be at family movie nights. I sit there fully naked, my belly starting to swell from one of the guys, letting anyone who wants a drink squeeze milk from my tits. They slap my ass, make jokes about how many times they’ve creampied me, and I just laugh and make a joke back. “What can I say?” I’ll wink. “This Old Dishrag still gets the stains out.”

It’s my life now. And honestly? After the life I’ve had… mmph, yes, Liam, fill me up! …after this? I don’t think I could ever wear clothes again. This is just… who I am. The Dishrag. Now, who’s next? I’m ready for another load.