“You’re my whore,” he growled, thrusting deep, “but fuck more.undefinedEveryone. I’ll bring them to you.” He came inside her, her orgasm crashing through, the courtyard’s silence amplifying her moans.undefinedSonia nodded, her body buzzing, Rohan’s acceptance a twisted freedom, Priya’s blackmail a looming thrill, her craving endless.
The first call was to Rohan’s family, a reserved suburban house filled with the warm light of late afternoon. Sonia emerged from the car, her light grey camisole sticking to her 34DD breasts, the thin fabric wet from milk, her nipples dark and firm under it. The sleeveless garment ended at her ass cheeks, leaving her bare below, her vaginal hair trimmed into an arrow pointing to her glistening clit, visible with each step. Rohan’s eyes gleamed as he watched her, his voice low. “Tonight, while they sleep, I’m bringing guys. You’ll fuck them outside. No cleaning up—I’ll lick you afterwards.The children, Arjun and Nia, dashed to their grandparents, who hugged them with open arms, casting a polite but no-comment glance at Sonia’s clothing. Later in the evening, Rohan’s parents went to bed, the house settling into quiet silence. Late at night, at around midnight, Rohan sneaked out and came back with two men—neighborhood handymen, tough and hungry. He took them to the backyard, where Sonia stood, camisole pulled up to her waist, her breasts spilling milk, clit exposed to the moonlight.The first man pulled her, his calloused hands on her hips, and she rode him by the fence, holding his thick cock into her wet pussy. Her clit abraded against him as she rode, milk oozing from her breasts, wetting the camisole, her moans soft but abandoned in the night. He extracted, coming on her face, thick ropes drizzling down her cheeks, some falling onto her clit, covering her arrow of hair. The second guy took her against a tree, his cock going inside her wet pussy, her breasts jiggling, milk trickling down the grass. He came on her pussy, white stripes combining with the first shot, oozing down her legs.Sonia stood up, cum shining on her face and clit, milk tainting the camisole, and looked at Rohan, behind the shed, his erection visible. She returned inside, the threat of detection throbbing in her, cum and milk branding her as she got into bed next to him. He licked her clean afterwards, his tongue tracing her face and clit, tasting each drop.Visit to Sonia’s Parents (November 2, 2025)They visited Sonia’s parents’ bungalow the following day, a quaint house in a lively neighborhood. Sonia had on a white camisole, every bit as sheer and revealing, her breasts jouncing with every step, milk trickling through the material, her clit peeking out below the hem. Her mother arched an eyebrow but remained silent, and her father chuckled, absentmindedly listening to the children’s conversation. Later that night, as Sonia’s parents spent time on chores—her mom in the kitchen, her dad mending a shelf—Rohan snuck out, bringing back three men: two delivery men and a neighbor, all in their 30s, eyes ravenous. He took them to a small alley at the back of the house, where Sonia was waiting, the white camisole pulled up above her waist, milk trickling from her breasts, clit shimmering. Rohan waited behind a wall, observing.Sonia walked up to the first man, pulling the camisole up, her breasts bursting out, milk trickling onto the pavement. He pushed her against the wall, his cock pumping into her pussy, her clit riding him as he drove, her moans muffled softly. He ejaculated on her face, thick streaks running down her cheeks. The second man pushed her over a crate, riding her from behind, her breasts jouncing, milk dripping, his semen covering her clit, combining with the first load. The third man, the neighbor, spread her legs on the floor, fucking her hard, her pussy holding him, milk leaking as he came on her pussy, white streaks dripping over her arrow of hair.Sonia got up, cum and milk dripping, the camisole wet, and looked at Rohan, his jeans strained with desire. She went home, cum glistening on her face and clit, milk staining her, the excitement of her parents’ closeness electric. Rohan cleaned her that evening, his tongue tracing circles around her clit and face, their depravity unbridled.Lactation Scene (November 3, 2025)The next morning, at breakfast at Sonia’s parents’, the family sat gathered, the children laughing over pancakes. Rohan’s mom had come along, and both of them saw the milk spots on Sonia’s white camisole, the material sticking to her breasts, nipples oozing unmistakably. “Sonia, you’re through,” her mother frowned. “What’s happening?” Rohan’s mom nodded, “Are you still lactating? The children are too big for that.” Sonia moved, camisole wet, her clit palely exposed, last night’s cum flaking under the hem. “I tried to quit,” she whispered. “The doctor prescribed pills, but I’m allergic—the pills made me ill. It won’t quit.”Her mother’s gaze saddened, “Perhaps you should milk the children, even though they’re adults.”. It’d help with the leaking.” Rohan’s mother agreed, “Yes, better than wasting it or being uncomfortable.” Sonia’s pulse quickened, the idea absurd yet stirring something dark within her, knowing Rohan’s twisted delight in it. “I’ll think about it,” she murmured, milk dripping onto her lap, her clit throbbing beneath the table.Rohan smirked across from her, his arousal hidden, already plotting how to weave this into their games.