The children prattled on, unaware, as Sonia’s mother smoothed her hand, “We just want you well, dear.” Sonia nodded, her mind reeling with sick possibilities, her body stained with cum and milk, evidence of their growing lust.
It was a chilly November evening when Rohan and Sonia left their children, Arjun and Nia, with the grandparents for a week. It was a hasty handover—hugs, waves, and promises of enjoyment with Grandma and Grandpa—and the couple was then free to head back home and indulge in their deepest desires. The journey back was filled with tension, Sonia restless in the passenger seat, her light grey camisole sticking to her 34DD breasts, the thin fabric already wet from leaking milk. The hem only came down to her hips, exposing her below, her shaved vaginal hair molded into an arrow that led to her puffy clit.Rohan’s gaze shifted to hers, his hands clenched on the wheel. A whole week, just us,” he growled, his voice low and rough. “Tomorrow you’re going to your office to request a week off. But you’re wearing only the camisole. No pants, no shirt. And you’ll give your manager and a couple of your coworkers a taste before you go.”Sonia’s breath caught, her fingers stroking her exposed pussy, already wet at the thought. “Are you going to fuck them while I stay outside?” she asked, her voice shaking with arousal.”Exactly,” Rohan growled. “I’ll wait right there, watching from the visitors lounge. You’ll return dripping, and I’ll wash you up.
The morning, Sonia stood in front of their bedroom mirror, the white camisole—just laundered but still transparent—wrapping her curves. Her breasts bulged at the shirt, milk forming at her nipples, her clit showing under the hem, shiny with arousal. Rohan stood behind her, his hands on her hips, his cock pushing into her ass. “Go in there like the whore you are,” he breathed, his fingers playing at her clit. “Let them fuck you.”They rode to her office in silence, tension building. Rohan left the car opposite the building, his eyes glued to the door. “Go,” he instructed, his voice authoritative. Sonia emerged, camisole slipping up as she moved, exposing her bare ass and pussy to the morning breeze. Her breasts jiggled, milk spilling through the material, marking it dark as she walked into the office, disregarding the shocked glances of early birds.She strode straight to her manager’s cabin, shutting the door. Mr. Kapoor, a strict man in his 40s, raised an eyebrow, his jaw opening in shock at her uniform. “Sonia, what—” he started, but she cut him off, strolling around his desk. “I need a week off,” she cooed, pulling the camisole up to her waist, revealing her soaked pussy and engorged clit. “But first, a little good-bye present.” She rode his lap, her pussy grinding against his rigid cock. His hands were on her hips, and in seconds, his pants were down, his erection entering her wet warmth. Sonia groaned, riding him hard, her breasts jiggling, milk dripping down his shirt. He pounded up, groaning, and pulled out to cum on her clit, thick streams covering her arrow of hair.Leaving his office, cum dripping down her thighs, Sonia didn’t stop to fix her camisole. She strolled into the break room, where two colleagues—Anant’s colleague Vikram and Raj—were drinking coffee. Their eyes widened as she walked in, her breasts dripping milk, cum glittering on her pussy. “Need a quick break?” she taunted, sounding husky.Vikram smiled, dragging her into the storage room, Raj following, hesitant but turned on. Inside, Sonia pushed the camisole to her waist, her milk-filled breasts bursting out. Vikram pinned her to the wall, his cock spearing into her cum-slick pussy, fucking her hard as she moaned, her pulsing clit. He withdrew, coming on her face, hot ropes splattering her cheeks. Raj moved up next, thrusting into her, his hands on her breasts, squirting milk between his fingers. He finished on her clit, his cum mixing with the rest, trickling down her legs.Back to RohanSonia stepped out of the office, her camisole in disarray—milk-soaked and stuck to her body, cum trickling from her face and pussy. She marched back to the car, her legs shaking, her body vibrating with contentment. Rohan observed her coming, his eyes clouded with lust. She slid into the passenger seat, the scent of sex and milk filling the air.“You’re filthy,” he growled, his hand sliding between her thighs, fingers brushing her cum-coated clit. He leaned down, his tongue lapping at the mess—first her clit, tasting the mix of three men, then her face, licking the cum from her cheeks.