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

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Okay, bestie, let me spill the tea on how I, Chloe Sterling, became the household "Pet." No cap, my life is a whole-ass movie. I’m 37, but I look 18, which is high-key why my 58-year-old husband, Arthur, married me straight out of high school. We were iconic, had three kids—Liam (19), Noah (17), and our toddler, Lily. Life was a vibe until I caught Arthur with our family friend, Elara Shaw, who's 18 and was low-key in love with Liam. The confrontation was a big yikes.

I was fresh out of the shower, totally naked, when Arthur just... took my towel. He was like, "You're too old, Chloe. Chronologically, you're used up." Then he gathered every stitch of my clothing, all my boujee outfits and high-heeled sandals, and donated them. "From now on," he said, his voice cold, "your name is Pet. Everyone will call you that. Your only purpose is to stay bare and provide milk." I was shook.

The shift was immediate. Liam and Noah stopped calling me mom. That same day, Liam cornered me in the living room, his eyes hard. "On your knees, Pet," he snarled, slapping me across the face. The sting made me gasp as he shoved his dick into my mouth, fucking my throat rough while Noah watched, unbuckling his belt. I gagged, tears streaming as Liam choked me, his cock hitting the back of my throat. "Swallow it, you old whore," he grunted, coming hard. I had no choice but to drink his cum.

That was just the beginning. Arthur moved Elara into our bedroom, and I was relegated to begging Liam to sleep in his bed for warmth. Every night, I’d offer myself. "Please, let me stay. You can use me," I'd whisper. He’d always slap me first, then flip me over, taking my pussy from behind, pounding into me bareback, his hands around my throat. "You’re just a warm hole, Pet," he’d spit, biting my nipples until I cried out, the sharp pain mixing with the relentless stretch of his cock. He’d always finish by creampieing me, his cum flooding my cunt, then he’d rub his dick on my face to mark me before slapping me again and passing out with his cock still inside me.

Arthur hosted private parties where I was the free-use side piece. Men would spit-roast me, one dick in my throat, another in my pussy, slapping my ass and tits red while they drank my breast milk straight from my nipples. Meanwhile, Arthur and Elara would be in the center of the room, having passionate, loving sex, whispering "I love yous" that cut deeper than any slap. Elara would sometimes mouth 'sorry' to me between her moans.

Eventually, something in me broke. The rough sex, the constant creampies, the humiliation... I got addicted. The feeling of being full, of being used, was all I could think about. I started pulling pranks again. Once, when Liam was giving a casual speech to some of his friends in our backyard, I crawled under the table he was leaning on and took his soft cock into my mouth. He tried to keep talking, but his voice hitched as I deep-throated him, getting him rock hard in front of everyone. His face flushed with rage and embarrassment. As soon as they left, he dragged me to the garage, slapped me so hard I saw stars, and fucked me violently against the car hood. "You humiliating slut!" he roared, pumping his cum inside me. After, he wiped his messy dick all over my face and slapped me again. "That's for your little stunt, Pet."

Now, both Elara and I are pregnant, our bellies showing. Hers is a celebration of love with Arthur. Mine is from Liam and Noah, just a means to keep my milk flowing. But you know what? I’ve embraced it. At a recent family game night—which Elara convinced Arthur to let me join—Liam was bragging about how many times he’d creampied me that week. I just laughed, stroking my belly. "What can I say?" I joked, my head held high. "This Pet is house-trained to always be bred." Everyone laughed, and for a second, it almost felt like I belonged.