The janitor put her on the sink counter after lifting her up, her legs wide apart, clit shining, and fucked her vigorously, her pussy strangling him, milk dripping as her breasts bounced tremendously, completely exposed through the armholes. He rode her pussy, white drips falling on her arrow of hair. The client, brash and brutish, fucked her mouth, his cum spilling on her face, some falling to her clit, her body shaking with the ferocity. Sonia stood, cum oozing from her face and pussy, milk wetting the camisole, making it almost see-through, her clit visible to anyone who glanced her way. She made her way back into the theater, cum and milk dripping, the camisole sticking, her breasts and clit flashing with each step. People in the audience stared, some murmuring, but Arjun and Nia just waved, laughing, “Mom’s messy! ” Rohan’s eyes were crazy, his jeans clinging as she sat next to him, the light of the movie shining on her stained, dripping flesh.California late-night dinner.
The family followed the movie with dinner at a restaurant nearby, the children discussing the film. Sonia’s pale grey camisole was wet, cum covering her face and clit, milk spots causing the fabric to adhere to her 34DD breasts, nipples erect and dripping, her clit shiny and evident as she moved. The restaurant was full, diners and waiters looking on while she sat, the camisole creeping up to reveal her pussy, her arrow of hair and clit-greased clit on view. “Mom’s all wet,” Nia giggled, Arjun nodding, unfazed, as they colored their menus. Rohan leaned close, his hand brushing her thigh. “You’re a fucking whore,” he whispered, his arousal evident. “Flash them more.” Sonia shifted, letting the camisole gape, her breasts nearly popping out, milk dripping onto her lap, her clit visible to a waiter who fumbled his tray. She smiled, taunting, aware that Rohan loved her for her exposure, the cum and milk a mark of her wickedness.Monday, October 27, Sonia was back in the office, her workspace a lair of hidden vices. She had on a transparent maroon saree with a sleeveless black blouse, the material sticking to her 34DD breasts, nipples slightly visible, dripping milk, no bra or panties, her clit showing under the saree’s edge, the arrow of hair a pointer. Priya’s blackmail had escalated—she’d sent a text: “Balcony, 1 PM.”. Fuck somebody over there, or Rohan gets the storage room pictures.” Sonia’s heart was pounding, the threat driving her desire.At noon, she coaxed Vikram to the office balcony, a semi-public area overlooking the city. Her saree was up, blouse unknotted, breasts tumbling out, milk dripping as he fucked her against the railing, her pussy clenching his cock, her clit pulsating. He approached her clit, white stripes covering her arrow of hair. An hour afterwards, Priya stood by a window and watched as Sonia flirted with a delivery man on the same balcony, his cock pushing into her pussy, milk flowing out of her breasts, his cum splashing her face. A third meeting, with a colleague in the stairwell, had her fucking him, pussy wet, clit grinding, his cum dripping onto her pussy, combining with the others. Priya’s phone blinked, recording it all, her smile an offer of more demands.Sonia made her way back to her desk, cum dripping from her face and clit, milk saturating her blouse, colleagues staring but quiet. She wallowed in the clandestinity, Rohan only to hear what she revealed, Priya’s blackmail reached a nasty new high.Tuesday night, Rohan brought three men—delivery men from a shop next door—to the apartment courtyard, the children at a friend’s. Sonia had on her light grey camisole, stained with cum and milk, her 34DD breasts jiggling, nipples dripping, her clit glistening and exposed. Rohan covered behind a tree and watched as she took the men to a lonely bench. She hoisted the camisole, her breasts pouring forth, milk dripping, and rode the first, his cock deep in her pussy, her clit rubbing against him. The second was fucking her mouth and cumming on her face, while the third fucked her from behind, his cum covering her clit. Sonia groaned, her body shaking, cum and milk commingling on her skin, the camisole a wet rag. As the men departed, Sonia saw Aryan, now 18, peering from the courtyard’s edge, the grin on his face mischievous. She invited him, the camisole only covering part of her, cum and milk dripping. “Wanna join?” she whispered, taking him to a corner close to the parking lot. Rohan trailed, unseen, his eyes searing as Aryan fucked her up against a wall, her pussy sucking at his cock, her clit pounding, milk dripping from her breasts. Aryan spurted on her face and clit, smirking as he took off to meet with friends, yelling, “Gotta play! “Sonia turned to head back, cum and milk running, her clit shiny, when Rohan’s voice sliced through: “Sonia.” She stood stock still, unable to speak, her heart thumping, the camisole revealing her branded body. “Aryan again,” he said, emerging from the shadows, his tone crisp but thick with desire. “You’re fucking everyone behind my back.” Fear gripped her, her body trembling, but he pulled her to a dark corner of the courtyard, his eyes wild. “You scared me,” she whispered, cum dripping down her cheeks, but he knelt, licking the cum from her clit, his tongue swirling over her arrow of hair, cleaning her face, savoring Aryan’s load and the others’.He stood, unzipping his jeans, and fucked her against a tree, her camisole hiked up, breasts bouncing, milk dripping, her pussy wet and used.