Sonia’s public exposures became more severe, the crystal butt plug the new thrust. She went to a crowded outdoor food court, dressed in a red camisole, milk dripping, clit showing, the “WHORE” collar prominent, the base of the plug shining as she moved. Patrons gawked, some taking pictures, as she placed orders, leaning to show her pussy and the plug. One cook, mid-30s, trailed behind her to a nearby alley, fucking her pussy, ejaculating on her clit, milk dropping onto the pavement. A 19-year-old waiter joined, fucking her mouth, cumming on her face, the plug making her orgasm intensify. She came back, cum and milk all over her, eating her lunch amidst whispers, her arousal at a peak at the public humiliation.
She participated in a public art festival, naked but for the “WHORE” collar, the plug glinting in the sun, her breasts dripping with milk, clit shining. Artists and spectators gasped, some cheering, others grumbling disapproval. She took a pose for a street painter, mid-20s, spreading her legs, the plug showing, her pussy open. He fucked her behind his painting, his cock deep, cumming in, cum running down her thighs. Another artist, 18, got involved, fucking her ass over the plug, cumming on her clit. Sonia strutted along the festival, cum and milk smeared on her, pressure of the plug steady, disregarding glances, whore’s persona shining through.
Sonia’s brazenness had its repercussions. She strolled to a public park, clad in a see-through black camisole, milk spotting it, clit exposed, the “WHORE” collar prominent, the crystal butt plug gleaming. Rohan was at work, not knowing what she intended. At a isolated bench, she encountered two strangers, both mid-20s, known to each other through Anil’s circle. She knelt, sucking one’s cock, milk trickling, as the other fucked her pussy, the plug making her moans more intense. Her face and clit were covered with their cum, her orgasm flooding.Mid-act, two policemen walked in, flashlights shining. “What’s this? ” one shouted, looking at her body smeared with cum, the collar, and plug. Sonia stood, dripping with cum, unselfconscious, but men ran away. The officers took her in for indecency, cuffing her, the plug digging deeper as they took her in to the station, people looking on. At the station, officers whispered, some leering, as Sonia sat, crusted with cum and milk, the collar defiant.Rohan was summoned, arriving angry but hot. “She’s my wife,” he told her, springing her from jail with a fine, his eyes blazing as he beheld her condition. In the car, he licked her clean, enjoying the cum, the plug still lodged, then fucked her, his cock in her pussy, her ass tightening around the plug. “Another whoreson who does not appreciate the finer things in life,” he snarled, their cruelty heightened by the experience.
Sonia’s illicit encounters doubled, every one a deception concealed from Rohan. She went to a bookstore, in a thin light gray camisole, milk spilling, clit showing, the “WHORE” collar prominent, the plug forcing within. She flirted with a store clerk, early 20s, and took him to a stockroom. She stooped over, the plug sparkling, as he fucked her cunt, cumming in her, cum dripping. There was a customer, 18, looking on, and she sucked his dick, allowing him to cum onto her face, milk combining with cum. She departed, cum dripping, keeping the affair secret from Rohan.On November 25, in a community center for a charity fundraiser, Sonia, wearing a sheer white camisole, milk staining it, plug visible, enticed two volunteers, both 19, to a back room. One fucked her pussy, the other her mouth, their cum covering her clit and face, milk spraying. She came back to the event, cum dripping, talking to organizers, Rohan none the wiser, thinking her cum-dripping state a result of a public challenge.