Kabir’s affair burned hotter. One evening at a city Christmas market, fairy lights twinkling, the air rich with roasted corn and incense, Sonia wore a sheer white camisole, milk dripping, the plug glinting. She fucked Kabir behind a gift stall, his cock pounding her pussy, cum spilling over her clit, milk trickling onto the ground. He slipped ₹1500 into her hand, neighbors Mr. and Mrs. Gupta watching, whispering, “She’s a prostitute now.” The next day, with Rohan working at home, Sonia met Kabir at Mrs. Patel’s house, claiming to borrow decorations. In Rahul’s room, with Mrs. Patel distracted, Sonia fucked Kabir, his cock in her pussy, Rahul joining, his cock in her mouth, their cum drenching her clit and face, the plug heightening her orgasm. Nia peeked in, laughing, “Mommy’s with another man!” Sonia smiled, cum dripping, “He’s fixing lights, honey.” Nia nodded, “You have lots of friends, Mommy!” and ran off. Rohan, hearing footsteps, saw a “random dude,” licking Sonia clean later, her betrayal a secret thrill.
One night, Rohan challenged her to crash a rooftop wedding reception, the air alive with Bollywood beats and jasmine. In a sheer red camisole, milk spilling, clit exposed, the “WHORE” collar bold, the plug sparkling, Sonia danced among suited guests, her pussy bared. She lured a groomsman, mid-20s, to a service closet, fucking him, his cock plunging into her cunt, cum erupting over her clit, milk dripping onto the floor. A waiter, early 30s, joined, fucking her mouth, cumming across her face, slipping ₹1000 into her hand. She danced back, cum dripping, the plug’s pressure relentless, ignoring gasps. A bride’s aunt hissed, “Whore,” but Sonia toasted the couple, flashing her cum-soaked body, her arousal peaking. Neighbors Mrs. Patel and Mr. Sharma, guests at the wedding, saw her take the money, muttering, “She’s selling herself.”
Rakesh’s dominance tightened. One evening, he led Sonia, naked save for the “WHORE” collar and plug, to a night street bazaar, leashed like a slave. Cum and milk from earlier trysts stained her skin, the plug glinting under lantern light. He tied her to a pole, presenting her to three traders, mid-30s, who fucked her pussy, mouth, and ass around the plug, their cum splashing her face, clit, and inside, milk spraying. Rakesh whipped her thighs, the plug making the pain sear, then fucked her ass, cumming inside, forcing her to lick his cock clean. Onlookers paid ₹1000 each to watch, neighbors among them, gasping, “She’s a whore!” Sonia’s orgasms shook her, her slavery complete. Rohan licked her clean at home, unaware of her lovers, fucking her, the plug in place.
Another night, Rohan sent her to a swinger’s club, the air thick with musk and moans. Naked but for the collar and plug, her breasts dripping milk, clit gleaming, she fucked two men, mid-40s, on a velvet couch, one in her pussy, one in her mouth, their cum drenching her clit and face, milk squirting. A woman fingered her, slipping ₹2000 into her hand, the plug amplifying her orgasm. Neighbors Mr. and Mrs. Gupta, present, gasped, “She’s a paid whore,” their shock fueling Sonia’s pride. She socialized, cum oozing, her identity radiant.