Confessions of a Depraved Dame

Chapter 1: Unveiled Desires

I’m Evelyn, the picture-perfect wife and mother, the epitome of conservative grace in this godforsaken city. My Chanel suits and pearl earrings fool everyone at the country club, but beneath the facade, I’m a fucking slut, a whore who craves cock like oxygen. Just weeks after pushing out my youngest, my body’s still raw, aching, leaking milk and lust in equal measure. I’m standing in our pristine kitchen, my husband Mark staring at me with those sad, clueless eyes, while I sob fake tears, my voice dripping with faux remorse.

'Oh, Mark, I’m so fucking sorry, baby,' I wail, clutching his shirt, my mascara streaking like I’m in a goddamn tragedy. 'I didn’t mean to let them fuck me, I swear! They gaped my holes, Mark, my pussy and ass are ruined, stretched so wide I can’t even feel you anymore!' I’m lying through my teeth, and he buys it, the poor bastard, stroking my hair like I’m some wounded bird. Truth is, I loved every second of it—those filthy bastards from the city, every mechanic, lawyer, and street thug, lining up to ram their hard cocks into me. My asshole took three dicks at once, and I screamed for more, my body sweating and panting as they filled me with cum until it dripped down my thighs, pooling on the floor.

'You don’t have to apologize, Ev,' Mark mumbles, his voice weak, pathetic. I almost laugh in his face.

'Oh, but I do, sweetheart,' I purr, my tone shifting, sharp as a blade. 'I made them drink my squirt, Mark. I pissed pleasure all over their faces, and they lapped it up like dogs. And you know what? I found our daughter’s panties in the laundry, soaked through, wet and dripping. She’s just like her mommy, isn’t she? A little horny bitch waiting to be broken in.' I’m smirking now, watching his face twist in horror, but I don’t stop. I can’t. My pussy’s throbbing just thinking about it, leaking cum from last night’s gangbang right onto our marble floor.

'Evelyn, stop this—' he starts, but I cut him off, grabbing his chin, forcing him to look at me.

'No, you stop, you spineless fuck. You’re gonna suck up every drop of this cum off the floor, just like they did. I’m so full, Mark, it’s spilling out of me, and I’m not wasting a goddamn drop.' I shove him down, my voice a snarl, and he hesitates, but I see that flicker in his eyes—he’s weak, and I’m the queen of this fucked-up kingdom. 'Lick it, you pathetic prick, taste what the whole city left in me.'

I’m laughing now, cruel and cutting, as I hike up my skirt, showing him the mess between my legs. My tits are leaking milk through my blouse, and I squeeze one, letting it drip onto his face. 'Drink this too, mix it with my squirt. I’ve been feeding it to half the town, you know. They beg for it, just like I begged for those cocks. I cried and screamed, Mark, but fuck, I didn’t mean a word. I wanted more—hands, heads, anything they could shove in me. I’m a sick bitch, and you’re stuck with me.'

He’s trembling, but I’m on fire, my body buzzing with raw, dirty need. I push him back, straddling his face, my dripping pussy hovering over him as I grind down, ready to drown him in my filth. The city’s turned me into their whore, and I’ve turned them into mine. And this? This is just the fucking beginning.